章 1415: Cong Shui's Despair

~CLANG~

~CLANG~

~DENG~

The sound of weapons clashing could be heard as multiple sword lights and imprints flew about.

Swords clashed, and sabers clanged, while fists could also be seen mixing in between. Fire and metal collided while water and blood splashed.

This was the scene of a battle, and several people were involved in it.

"You really should not resist anymore, Miss of the Cong clan." A warrior dressed in a leather armor spoke.

He had an Axe in his hand, while blood was splattered around him. A chopped off leg could also be seen lying on his side.

Some distance away from him stood a noble woman. Though right now, her appearance looked less than noble.

~Spit~

"You bastards think you can just get the core information of our clan like that? You are all dreaming!" Cong Shui spat out some blood.