Liu Fufeng's fingers began to tremble involuntarily. He thought of that person's name and remembered the legend circulating at the year's end. Meanwhile, the young woman slowly removed the hairpin from her head, twirling it in her hand to transform it into a long-handled large blade.
Wanhua Blade... Jade-faced Rashamon!
"Rogues who lack sense, let me instruct you on behalf of your elders," she said. "From the Divine Capital, Qin Qianbai. Beggin'."
Names and origins had been exchanged, leaving no more words between them. Liu Fufeng couldn't think of what to say next; at the moment his intuition struck, the woman's fist had sunk into his heart. A force as mighty as mountains and rivers erupted in a brilliant instant, sending Liu Fufeng flying backward, crashing with his staff into the west palace wall. The Heavenly Eye Warrior stood dumbfounded, the palace wall untouched, not a brick disturbed, yet he was smashed against it, held as if by invisible nails for all to see!
