"Saintess Zhu, everything we did was for your own good, please understand."
Chen Nuoyi spoke with an apologetic tone, but as she spoke, she had already raised her right hand high.
The girl's jade-like hand clenched into a fist, her beautiful eyes turning a brilliant golden color, flashing a soul-stealing brilliance in the darkness.
Zhu Tianqing instinctively turned to look at Chen Nuoyi's raised right hand.
Aside from being pretty, that hand was unremarkable, but for some reason, she felt there was a deadly force within the fist.
Zhu Tianqing instinctively wanted to retreat, but it was too late.
Chen Nuoyi slowly raised her right index finger.
In a flash of lightning speed, a purple-gold Sword Qi shot out from between her fingers, racing towards Zhu Tianqing's chest at an unimaginable speed.
This sword was so fast, it seemed like teleportation; at first glance, it was at Chen Nuoyi's fingertips, the next eye it was already at Zhu Tianqing's chest.
