"Yet as an Innate Martial Artist, to possess such strength, you've truly opened my eyes. I take back what I said earlier—you are indeed worthy to be my opponent." Hong Mingyue stood atop the air, her hair flying in the wind, the scar on her fair skin a shocking sight.
She glanced at Ye Lingyue, with surprise in her eyes, and a trace of faint admiration.
If it weren't for the fact that the other party had injured people from Hong Residence, Hong Mingyue might actually feel some kinship with her.
Regrettably, anyone who offends the Hong Residence is her enemy.
"Unexpectedly, someone could withstand my 'Life's Regrets' flute to the end; you are the second one," Hong Mingyue's fingers touched the Reincarnation Three-Life Flute, her eyes flickering coldly.
Ye Lingyue gave a wan smile, her face showing no trace of fear.
Hong Mingyue guessed right; that last finger-strike had used up her last bit of Qi.
