"Is that so? You're wrong again." At this moment, an unexpected scene unfolded before everyone. Han Yan's gentle voice sounded, full of confidence, light in tone yet as if a giant stone had struck the hearts of everyone.
Han Yan opened her eyes, those distinctly black and white eyes, incredibly clear, showing no sign of mental disarray.
The sword light, like a meteor, sliced out once more.
With a loud crash, Jiang Qiling was struck and sent flying far away.
"No, impossible, absolutely impossible! How can you resist my Charming Eyes!" Jiang Qiling shouted in disbelief as she flew through the air.
"Forgot to tell you, I'm a woman!" Han Yan smiled lightly.
As the final sword repelled Jiang Qiling, the headscarf binding Han Yan's hair was also split open by the residual sword energy from Jiang Qiling, fluttering in the wind, while the ring on her little finger shattered.
