บท 175: Setting The Trap

As Su Xiang dashed through the forest, the wolf pack surged toward her, barely a dozen meters behind her. With a flick of her wrist, light once again gathered along her blade's edge, extending the length of her sword for several meters. Su Xiang's sapphire eyes glowed brilliantly in the evening gloom, frantically searching for a tree slender enough to suit her purposes. Two breaths later, she spotted a Silver Leaf Maple that couldn't be more than a few dozen years old with a trunk thinner than her forearm.

"Hou, burn this tree!" With her shout, Su Xiang jumped into the air, spinning to slash through the trunk of the tree as she passed then landing back on her feet with only the slightest loss of speed.