Luo Ningcha was still unaware of the situation's seriousness. She pointed the saber at Shangguan Nu's vitals but didn't act. Instead, she watched as he spat out blood and lifted his iron hook.
The narrow saber fell, and Luo Ningcha's body swayed backwards. She suddenly came to her senses and realized the severity of the situation. But she had forgotten the name of the Waning Moon Hall disciple. Tongue-tied, she was actually still trying to recall her name.
Shangguan Nu rose from the ground and wiped the blood from his mouth. He wobbled towards his wife with his right iron hook held high. He wanted to kill this woman, even if the whole world was against him.
Of all the people who had humiliated him, from the officers of the Central Plains, nobles of the Norland, the Unique King, to even the Dragon King, they were all so high in the air that their faces were blurred. Only this woman could be seen clearly and was close enough for him to exact vengeance wantonly.