Seeing that she had finally forced him back and landed a successful sword strike, Weining breathed a sigh of relief while inwardly counting herself lucky.
Had Three-Headed Jiao not been entirely bent on putting the Xiaotian Hound to death, throwing every ounce of his strength into a punch without leaving the slightest margin for error, she might not have been able to pierce him—even with the advantage of a surprise attack.
With her thoughts racing like lightning, the Xiaotian Hound flashed past her. She instantly drew back her forward-leaning sword, the blade grazing the Xiaotian Hound's hair by a hair's breadth. Using the momentum of the retreating sword, Weining threw her entire strength into a spin in midair. In doing so, she neatly cleared the Xiaotian Hound as he continued to tumble backward, the two of them brushing past each other in midair.
Chapter 142