Bang!
Just as Shui Huaxian's words fell, Zhang Xiaohao's eyes turned cold. He turned around, and with a slap of his right hand, countless golden spiritual powers gathered into a giant palm in his palm, which smacked her across the face, knocking her to the ground.
Shui Huaxian's body flipped several somersaults in the air, carrying a massive gust of wind, and crashed hard onto the ground.
Boom!
The ground shook, and countless dust particles leaped from the ground, scattering a large spread of dust.
Pfft!
At the same time, a sweetness rose in Shui Huaxian's chest, and she spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.
"Ah! You useless ones, what are you standing around for? Can't you see I'm being bullied by this young punk? Get him for me! Kill this young punk!" Shui Huaxian lay on the ground, red-eyed and roaring.
"Yes, Miss!" The four maidservants and the group of low-level true spirits all responded respectfully.
