Jiang Shouzhong, who was sent flying backward, crashed into the wooden tray, and his previously restrained body regained its freedom.
Struggling to get up from the shattered wood and debris, Jiang Shouzhong's intense movements aggravated his injuries, causing him to burst into fits of coughing. It felt as though a tremendous force was stirring his internal organs, threatening to displace them—a testament to the woman's vicious strike.
"What secret technique is this?"
Luo Wanqing gently wiped the blood trace from the corner of her lip while secretly regulating her breath to tend to her injuries. She watched Jiang Shouzhong with cold and sharp eyes.
Jiang Shouzhong cursed loudly, "You woman are utterly insane! Knowing full well that hurting me would also injure yourself, yet you still hit so damn hard! If you have the guts, just kill me and let's both perish together!"
"You think I don't dare!?"
