"You…"
Though the Demon Sword Master was masked, his fury was practically bursting through the black cloth. But upon seeing Ling Xiao's nonchalant expression, his temper vanished. He seethed internally. 'How did this kid get such a hold on me?'
Feng Ling, who had been silent all this time, rubbed her bruised wrist and throat, her heart in turmoil. The humiliation was a feeling worse than death. Before today, she had never taken anyone seriously. A darling of the heavens, she had been doted on since childhood. Compared to the so-called genius Martial Artists in the academies of various nations or from certain families, Feng Ling truly had plenty of reasons to be proud, and an ample sense of superiority to go with it.
But all of that—every last bit of it—had been shattered by someone younger than her!
And what's more, he was merely a Great Sword Master!
