With a gentle grip of her delicate hands, two long swords suddenly materialized in her palms.
Immediately afterward, she flicked her wrists, and a fierce sword beam slashed down with a boom.
"Squelch..."
A shrill streak of blood cut through the curtain of rain, tracing a blinding arc through the air before being instantly washed away by the cold downpour.
As the sword fell, Mo Xin spun around and kicked out, the fierce gust of wind carrying rainwater straight toward her opponent.
Wang Jingchen didn't even see Mo Xin's movements clearly before a tremendous force struck him, sending him flying like a ragdoll and crashing heavily onto the flooded street, splashing muddy water everywhere.
Mo Xin gave her wrist a light flick, allowing the cold rain to wash the bloodstains from the sword's blade completely and quickly restore its original chilly luster.
"Thud!"
A muffled sound came from within the rain curtain as someone crashed heavily to the ground at Mo Xin's feet.
On the other side, Wang Jingchen lay in the mud, convulsing in pain, his gaze uncontrollably drifting toward his left hand.
There was nothing left of it. Fresh blood gushed from the severed stump of his forearm, turning the rain around it a blinding scarlet. It dripped between his fingers onto the ground, quickly diluted by the rain.
"Ahhhhh!!!"
The next second, a miserable scream, distorted to the point of breaking, suddenly tore through the rain curtain and echoed across the empty street, even drowning out the sound of the heavy downpour.
With a ferocious expression, Wang Jingchen desperately clutched his left forearm as warm blood continued to gush between his fingers, mixing with the rain and dripping to the ground.
Mo Xin lowered her gaze to look at Wang Jingchen, who was writhing in excruciating pain on the ground. Her pitch-black pupils resembled an unfathomable ancient well, without a single ripple.
This sword strike had obviously been intentional.
"The one courting death is you!"
Wang Jingchen trembled all over as he stared at Mo Xin, whose killing intent had solidified into something tangible. His face instantly turned pale.
"Mo Xin, watch out behind you!!!"
"Young Master?!!!"
Just as Wang Jingchen screamed, Elder Wang, who had been toyed with, finally arrived, charging over with a face full of fury.
The previous clash had taken place in the blink of an eye.
Only now did he belatedly realize that this lass's Special Ability was a spatial ability similar to teleportation!
The whistling sound behind her head grew closer and closer. Mo Xin reacted instantly, throwing her center of gravity forward and barely dodging the devastating punch.
After passing Mo Xin, Elder Wang did not immediately pursue her. When his peripheral vision caught sight of the young master, who had tragically lost his left forearm and was curled up on the ground screaming, his eyes widened instantly, and his fury erupted like a volcano.
He abruptly clenched his fists, his knuckles cracking, and let out a furious roar.
"You're courting death!"
Mo Xin said nothing. The aura surrounding her suddenly condensed as she likewise assumed a combat stance. There wasn't a shred of fear in her eyes as she charged forward to kill.
The rain curtain was instantly stirred up as two figures rapidly clashed amid the dense strands of rain. Fist winds and sword qi swept through the downpour, splashing water in every direction. Every exchange carried the threat of death.
"Elder Wang, you absolutely cannot let her go! Hurry and kill her..."
Having temporarily escaped danger, Wang Jingchen leaned against the cold base of the wall, panting heavily. His complexion was as pale as paper from blood loss and pain.
The stump of his severed left arm throbbed with pain, as if countless needles were stabbing into it. He gritted his teeth tightly, but still couldn't control himself from rambling incoherently.
However, just as he had spoken a couple of sentences, he suddenly shut his mouth.
"Shut your mouth. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind playing the role of a vicious villain for once!"
Wang Jingchen shuddered in fright and nodded repeatedly, his body trembling uncontrollably. He didn't even dare to breathe heavily.
She looked at the other party with a face as cold as frost.
A few seconds later, she slowly lowered the Flame Lance in her hand.
Only when that scorching spear tip had completely left his line of sight did the sense of crisis deep in Wang Jingchen's heart finally disappear.