"You are Yun He, kneeling and facing your death! Falling under the sword of our Quan Family of the Ancient Martial Family, that is your honor."
Yun He had no time to exchange idle words with her. Condensing true essence into a palm print from a distance, he ruthlessly struck toward Quan Youran. Placed in a high position, Quan Youran instantly plummeted from the high altitude like a kite with a broken string, crashing stiffly right beneath Yun He's feet like a tattered rag.
Quan Youran appeared utterly wretched, while her husband widened his eyes in disbelief at the scene before him. Without a shred of pity for a woman, Yun He gave a cold snort, gathered true qi at the tip of his foot, and heavily trampled down upon Quan Youran's pure, jade-like face.
Chapter 148