As soon as Misha finished speaking, there was a soft rasp as Xia Xue unsheathed the jewel-encrusted sword in her hand. The slender blade darted straight for the throat of the towering, dark-skinned man.
"What a ruthless woman!" The man drew his broadsword and parried Xia Xue's weapon. "If you kill your old grandpa, you'll soon be a widow!"
Blatantly insulting and taking advantage of Xia Xue, the man's words stoked a fire in her heart. "Looking for death!" The slender sword in Xia Xue's hand bloomed into a brilliant silver floral sword pattern. Xia Xue's body was engulfed in the flowery blur, each attack aimed at claiming the burly man's life.
