Chapter 144

The Three-Headed Jiao was indeed formidable. Even under such excruciating pain, he stubbornly refused to loosen his grip on the sword. Weining had never expected a single strike to win the battle, nor did she intend to let it go at that. Spinning rapidly in mid-air a few times, she gathered all her strength into the hand holding the sword. Taking advantage of the momentum as she descended, she lashed out with her right foot like lightning. While the Three-Headed Jiao was still struggling bitterly with multiple folds of pain and unwilling to let go, she struck ruthlessly and without hesitation straight at his lower abdomen. The Three-Headed Jiao felt pain all over his body, but his hand hurt the worst. Just as he was flying into a rage to firmly grasp the blade and fling Weining away, she preempted him. The abdomen was naturally a vulnerable spot, and the pain from being attacked there was even more profound.