"Get over here!"
Shen Xinye declared, her silver, elegant eyes flashing with sharp, decisive coldness as she violently yanked the glowing red rope back.
The tied-up Elder Zhao was pulled straight through the air toward her like a hooked fish, his body flailing helplessly in mid-air.
As he hurtled through the darkness, Shen Xinye smoothly raised her right hand, curling her middle fingers inward to form a sharp finger gun pointed directly at his forehead.
SHUU-SHU-SHU-SHUUU—!
She flicked her wrist repeatedly, firing a rapid barrage of dense, razor-sharp sword intent bullets from her fingertips.
Each condensed projectile whistled through the air with a high pitched, piercing shrieking sound, cutting through the dusty atmosphere like micro-sized flying blades aimed straight for his vital spots.
Paralyzed by the sheer, suffocating terror of imminent death, Elder Zhao's survival instincts violently kicked into overdrive!
