"I won't give up on the tree-heart. If you want to try me, then come." Cao Huimei clenched her teeth, and she drew her bow. The air close to her rippled as her spiritual Qi formed an arrow with a deadly gleam. She also unleashed her bloodline, forming vine-like branch formation around herself.
Each one of these formation had countless lines covering them that emitted a metallic lustre. No one could doubt the power of these vines. Just the terrifying pressure emitted from them was enough to make it so peak half-step Nascent Soul Realm disciples were unable to breathe.
Seeing that Cao Huimei had taken on a defensive fighting posture, Jiao Shuang's expression turned chilly. "In front of me, you are just a tiny ant. I'll give you one final warning. Put away your rotten wood and scram, or don't blame me for being merciless and taking your pathetic life."
