Her eyebrows stood erect, and it seemed as if fire could spit from her eyes as she angrily cursed, "Ye Ke'Er, you despicable and shameless wretch, how dare you play such a sly trick before me! Hmph! Today, I, Khan, shall sever your head to rid the world of this menace in order to restore the honor of the Naiman Tribe!"
Her voice was like the sound of war drums, rallying her warriors.
Her voice was clear and melodious, yet carried a chilling majesty, like a sharp arrow directly aimed at Ye Ke'Er, resonating clearly in the ears of everyone in the noisy council hall.
Her voice, just like her sword, was incredibly sharp, piercing straight at the enemy's heart.
At that moment, with a swift "swish," she drew her sword from its sheath, the blade sparkling under the sun like a silver lightning bolt cleaving the sky. With a light tap of her feet, she moved with the grace of a nimble swallow, swooping instantly towards Ye Ke'Er and Tie Tie Zhen.
