The front end of the Dog-Beating Stick suddenly bent, resembling a venomous snake poised for a fatal strike, carrying a sharp gust of wind as it shot rapidly towards Xue Qiuchun's white, jade-like throat, intent on ending her life.
Xue Qiuchun was overwhelmed with fear, her mind in chaos, as if countless little deer were crashing around inside her heart.
She instinctively raised her Long Sword to block, but her actions were slightly delayed due to her panic.
The Long Sword barely managed to hold off the Dog-Beating Stick, but the powerful impact spread through her body like a surging undercurrent, making her stagger and almost fall to the ground. At this moment, she was already drenched in fragrant sweat, fine beads of sweat covering her beautiful face, and her hair disheveled, half-covering her face.
Her originally clear and bright beautiful eyes were now filled with tension and fear, like a startled fawn.
