Su Yú never showed any mercy to scum like these; leaving them with an intact corpse was already the height of benevolence.
Against such lowly ants, Su Yú couldn't even be bothered to draw her sword. She simply converted her true qi into a blade—touching it meant death, brushing against it meant crippling. In less than ten breaths, the courtyard was already strewn with severed limbs and broken bodies, resembling a slaughterhouse. Even a butcher killing pigs wouldn't have killed this bunch of trash faster than Su Yú did.
"Ugh—!" Su Ling'er, watching from the side, retched repeatedly. She patted her towering chest over and over, taking several deep breaths before recovering.
Chapter 40