The flames carried on burning. As Gongsun Yang held Lin Qing's sword, a relaxed smile hung on his face. He was 10 years older than Lin Qing, so unless one was a peerless genius, it was impossible to bridge the gap.
"Tsk, Miss Qing'er's temper sure isn't good!"
Gongsun Yang laughed without restraint as he increased his strength and a raging flaming Yuan Qi surged into Lin Qing's sword. The sword began to tremble so vigorously that Lin Qing almost let go.
She bit her lips and used all her strength to hold on to her sword. This sword of hers was not of good quality, but it had accompanied her since her childhood, so she had an emotional attachment to it. However, now, she felt an unbearable heat wave coming from the sword in her hands, as her eyes turned misty with a layer of tears.
The injustice!
She had never felt such a grave injustice in all her life!