"I offered you a chance, and you threw it away. Don't blame me for being heartless now."
The woman’s eyes blazed with fury as she spoke, her voice cold as frost. She suddenly felt that the Pavilion Master’s words were entirely untrustworthy; how could such scum be considered approachable? At this moment, she wished she could grind them into dust.
She flicked her gold-embroidered pink sleeve, and the void shuddered. In an instant, the weapons held by the men disintegrated into powder. Before they could even react, they were swept off their feet by a shockwave of air. More than twenty people went flying at once—a truly spectacular sight.
Chapter 130