Yili also wasn't idle. She took a deep breath and, with Shi Feiyang backing her, her arrogant nature reemerged. Her slender foot touched the ground lightly, her figure like a drifting cloud, swiftly charging towards Zhao Hu, raising fallen leaves in her wake, swirling through the air.
Her long sword traced a graceful arc in the air, carrying fierce sword qi as it stabbed towards Zhao Hu.
Zhao Hu stared wide-eyed in terror, wanting to dodge but hindered by his injuries. All they heard was a "puff," as the long sword pierced straight into Zhao Hu's chest. Zhao Hu let out another agonized scream before collapsing to the ground, his eyes rolling back, and he died a tragic death.
Yili sheathed her sword and gazed at Shi Feiyang, her heart filled with awe and admiration. She recalled causing trouble during Shi Feiyang's housewarming, yet Shi Feiyang not only didn't blame her but secretly protected her, this tolerance and kindness making her feel deeply remorseful.
