Seeing Sun Zhe unmoved, charging at her like a reckless brute with his sword, Lin Feiyan panicked.
The intense survival instinct unleashed a great force within her, and she immediately retreated with her weary body.
"You scoundrel, do you really want to force me?"
Full of murderous intent, Sun Zhe ignored her, with the Dragon-slaying Sword suddenly igniting with pure Yang sacred fire. He pushed the Witch's Step to its limits, and thrust a swift, deadly strike at her throat.
Killing such a peerless beauty is a pity, but compared to cherishing beauties, Sun Zhe feared for his life more.
Unexpectedly, in the next moment, a powerful aura burst forth from Lin Feiyan.
Sun Zhe's sword was less than ten centimeters from her throat when it was suddenly knocked back.
"Is she really self-destructing?"
Sun Zhe did a backflip to land steadily, wanting to strike again, but an invisible barrier seemed to block his way.
"If you insist on killing me, I will take you down with me!"
