As the man flung his sleeve, Qin Ruan was repelled by an inexplicable, formidable force.
She struggled to steady herself, her footsteps halting abruptly.
Her eyes inadvertently swept across her palm and discovered a heart, fresh and dripping with blood, like a ripe peach.
Already in agony, the sight of this heart made Qin Ruan nearly double over in pain, her breath catching in her chest.
It felt as though her heart was pierced by a thousand arrows, the pain causing tears to well up and tumble from her eyes.
The next moment, Wind Blade struck.
Then, a piercing, crisp sound reverberated.
The long sword in the man opposite her broke, his cold and merciless eyes fixed on Qin Ruan, his voice cold as ice, "Fox Clan's Aruan, you and I are like this broken sword, henceforth without entanglement, never to cross paths for eternity, forever... never to meet!"
Ceremonial Rejection of the Sword!
These four characters emerged in Qin Ruan's mind.
