Liang Rou Yan had surged down from the skies like a falcon hunting its prey. She might have been insane, but she certainly knew how to strategize. Perhaps, because of her madness, she was that much more formidable.
Unfocused. Disoriented, and struggling to breathe, Li Meirong watched in abject horror as Liang Rou Yan drove her to the ground and, in a manner similar to the ferocious Tiger Spirit, pounced on her from above. The difference was that the tiger's claws and teeth had been exchanged by a sharp blade and a whip.
Liang Rou Yan glared down at her with pure hatred seething from a pair of black eyes that peeked through layers of bandages wrapped around her mutilated face.
"This has been long overdue. I should have ended your miserable life the moment you tried to join the sect." She spat out. The blade was gripped tightly in her palm, moving ever closer to Li Meirong's heart, diving with the single intention of carving out the beating organ from its cage.
