As Kun Yuan's large hand reached for him, Beiming Xue wanted to struggle and rise, but having just been injured by Kun Yuan's blow, the power of demon patterns flew recklessly within her body, making it impossible to control.
Therefore, even though she saw the large hand getting closer to her chest, Beiming Xue had no means to fend it off.
Suddenly, endless remorse, humiliation, and despair all surged in her heart. Had she known this, she would have ended her life earlier when she could freely move, rather than leave behind an unclear body.
With this unclear body, how could she face Wang Yan?
At the thought of Wang Yan, painful tears burst from Beiming Xue's eyes. In despair, she bit her lip and closed her eyes hatefully.
Just then, Beiming Xue heard the crisp sound of a slap right in front of her, and simultaneously, Kun Yuan let out a muffled scream.
The scream quickly moved away, followed by the sound of a body hitting the ground with a "thud."
"Who dares to hit me?"
