Who did she think she was, prattling on and on?
"I..."
The next moment, Xia Hailu awoke, her face not feeling much pain. After all, with the physical toughness of a Golden Core and protection by Spiritual Energy, that previous strike was more insulting than painful.
He actually dared to smack her face?
He actually hit her?
He...
Her saber was already unsheathed, swooping toward Meng Yu!
"Smack."
Meng Yu switched the saber to his left hand and dealt another blow, smacking Xia Hailu's left face hard, without the slightest mercy.
Bright eyes and white teeth, a face so delicate—it felt rather nice to strike, just that no teeth fell out.
"You might as well switch back to your Golden Core cultivation level!"
Meng Yu shook his head helplessly. What did she think she was, daring to act so arrogant before him?
