"Looks like you still don't believe in your bad luck, Princess. Give him a taste of what can happen," Fang Lin said with a smile, giving Zhou Zhishui a conspiratorial look.
Despite her reluctance, Zhou Zhishui feigned cooperation, striking the Nine Palace Bag and drew an incredibly sharp longsword.
"This sword, given by my father, can cut through the Heavenly Origin!" Zhou Zhishui pointed the tip of the sword at Huang Batian, speaking with frosty indifference.
Huang Batian shuddered. The sharp energy radiating from the longsword seemed to pierce his very marrow, sending a chill through his heart.
"Wait, wait, we can talk!" Huang Batian became frantic, waving his hands, fearful that Zhou Zhishui would strike without warning.
Seeing this, Fang Lin smiled contentedly: "Well, aren't you in a hurry? The Princess here is not known for her patience. Annoy her and she'll mince you up to feed the Demon Beasts."
