Chapter 137 - 117: Crisis in the Deserted Temple (Additional - for alliance leader and book friend 20200908213735164)_3
"Very well, the eldest sister of Zhao’s Martial Arts Hall indeed has some backbone, but I held back earlier, not striking to kill. If your master does not make a move soon, the next one will send you on your way,"
Han Sui coldly stated, yet he immediately cracked a smile, "However, I appreciate talent. It is not easy for a woman like you, who hasn’t slain the Crimson Dragon, to have trained your martial arts to such an extent. I can offer you a way out: kill your fellow disciple next to you, bow several times to me, agree to become my concubine, and I’ll spare your life."
"Pah, dream on," Rong Niang angrily retorted as she once again lunged at Han Sui with her fists.
Despite her inferior strength, she preferred to die fighting rather than suffer such indignity.
"Ungrateful,"
Having his offer rejected, Han Sui’s pride was slightly wounded and in an instant, he was moved to kill. He thrust a palm strike which burst forth with Jin Qi, kicking up a cloud of dust.
Rong Niang’s Fist Power was insufficient, and just from that exchange, her entire arm was shattered, the excruciating pain making her involuntarily cry out.
Han Sui stepped forward again, his palm turning into a claw that directly grasped Rong Niang’s throat, holding her firmly. Then, turning his gaze, he fixed it on Zhao Ge, who stood nearby in a Boxing Stance but who had yet to make a move.
"Not taking action under such circumstances? Zhao Ge, it seems you really are finished,"
At that moment, Zhao Ge was a torrent of grief and rage, his Qi-Blood surging and his complexion fluctuating wildly. Right now, he was merely an empty shell, unable even to control his own Qi-Blood; that he was still standing was already quite an achievement. If he truly had the strength to persist, as Jin Bufen had suggested, everyone here, counting every single one, would die.
"Indeed you’ve reached your limit; after all, we’ve been chasing you for so long, killing several groups of men. I figured you must be worn out by now, reduced to being on your last legs,"