"Demoness, prepare to die!"
As Zhao Douan dashed forward with a lingering shadow, he charged with his Chasing Saber in hand.
Li Wushang Dao's jade-colored pupils flashed. Her hands moved, pulling two golden hairpins from the top of her head and gripping them tightly in her palms.
The hefty golden hairpins, once in hand, extended and elongated within a breath, transforming into two golden blades.
"Clang!"
The edge of Zhao Douan's saber, in that instant, was blocked by the demoness before him who raised her snow-white arms, using the crossed hairpins to fend it off.
"Such strength!"
Li Wushang Dao gasped softly. As a magician, she found herself several positions behind a martial artist in a melee, feeling like her arms were half-electrified and tingling, her legs slightly weak, and nearly losing grip of the massive hairpins.
"What's happening?"
Zhao Douan was secretly startled as well. Reasonably, the force behind his strike shouldn't have been resisted by this demoness.
