The result was so stupid it deserved its own award.
If the knight had even one brain cell left unpickled by booze or uncorrupted by his overinflated ego, he would've seen this coming from a mile away.
But nope, the booze, unchecked arrogance, and a cock that thought it was king of the world and more importantly, the dumbass trusted a woman who flipped her attitude faster than a whore dropping her panties for a gold coin.
"AAAARGGHHH, YOU FUCKING BITCH!"
He screamed, clutching his now spurting crotch as if trying to hold back a goddamn geyser. His once-prized appendage had plopped to the floor like a sad, deflated zucchini.
The pathetic sight of it lying there—flaccid, blood-soaked, and utterly defeated—was almost poetic.
In Nadia's hand gleamed the reason for his pain: a glowing white qi blade, sharp and deadly, still sizzling with energy.
