Linghu Xuan stared at Fang Shen, uttering no word. He had to find a topic to break the ice.
"Do you know why I'm here?" he asked.
A faint sneer hung on her lips. "I know, you came here for me. You and Xu Longsheng are of the same kind. You are tired of well-developed women, and want to have sex with girls like me."
He cast a wry glance at her and said, "You're right. I came here for you. But I don't want to have sex with you. There are so many women who want to devote themselves to me, and I don't have to force somebody."
He waved his hand and said, "Come here."
She was on the instant alert.
"If I do want to force you, do you think you are able to resist?" he asked with a smile.
She couldn't help but recall his skill. He burned Tan Zheng's right arm into ashes with black flames. If he wanted to kill her, he didn't need to do it himself but tell Tan, and Tan would kill her without wavering even a second.
Thinking about this, she walked up to him, wondering what he was going to do.
To her intense surprise, he reached out his hand and caught her neck.
Suddenly she felt a sharp pain in her neck. She couldn't bear it and screamed, her face distorted with fury and pain. She couldn't move at all.
"Is he going to kill me? Why didn't he use his skill like he did to Tan Zheng? Was Xu Longsheng telling the truth that he was unable to use it many times in a day? Or this man is a sexual pervert who is fond of torturing women?" she thought to herself, trembling with fear.
She was not afraid of death, but she didn't want to be tortured.
Fang Shen, however, withdrew his hand soon. Resting his hands behind his back, he looked pleasantly at her.
She touched her neck in disbelief. Why did he release her?
There was no wound at all. Moreover, it didn't hurt and she just felt weak.
"Why don't you use your sword?" he suggested.
She realized something as she took out her sword and was about to use the sword skill. Suddenly, she stopped and dropped her sword, eyes wide in shock.
She had no cultivation at all!
This fucking man in front of her destroyed her cultivation!
She was overcome by the feeling of sorrow and burst into loud sobs.
She had a humble mother. Everyone in Dugu Faction looked down upon her and called her bastard. She had practiced sword skills day and night in the past eighteen years to fight for herself and her mother a name.
She was not a gifted person in sword skills and reached the Secret State after eighteen years of hard practicing. Others may reach the Secret State in just a few years.
She believed that she would become somebody as long as she worked hard and kept practicing. Maybe when she became an old lady, she would become a master and then she could have her mother's memorial tablet placed in the ancestral hall of Dugu Faction.
It was the only pursuit of her life, but she lost all her hope because of the man in front of her.
She knew it was extremely hard for her to practice sword skills after her cultivation being destroyed. And it was too late for her to start everything over again.
"I will kill you!" She yelled as she picked up her sword and ran towards him.