Su Nanzhi saw her chance, lifting the Peach Wood Sword and decisively cutting through; the sword, which had been in Daoist Chang Qing's possession for some years, unleashed unprecedented power in Su Nanzhi's hands.
Timing her moment, as the creature reached for her once more, she did not dodge or duck, but instead met its advance. In an instant, she thrust the Peach Wood Sword forward.
With a "hiss," the sound of the wooden sword piercing skin was piercingly clear; the creature evidently received quite the blow.
In fact, while it kept wounding Su Nanzhi, it too kept accumulating its own share of injuries.
Her sense of morality had always been conflicted.
She couldn't decide if slaying evil spirits was to extend her lifespan or for the sake of justice.
If it was for her lifespan, then there was no sense of justice involved; if it was for justice, she couldn't convince herself either.
But one thing was certain, she was very vengeful.
