Su Nanzhi was heavy with malice, determined not to rest until she tore that thing which was neither man nor ghost apart.
It seemed to perceive Su Nanzhi's discomfort with the poisonous insects, so it intensified the release of the insects within its body.
Su Nanzhi weighed the Peach Wood Sword in her hand, then lifted her gaze towards the front, where insects from all directions sizzled loudly in the flames.
Afterward, she raised her hand, and the golden spiritual power spread from her fingertips, transforming into shimmering droplets that encircled the Peach Wood Sword.
Her gaze was indifferent, and with a swift slash of the sword, she lightly leaped forward, reaching the robed man in an instant. The sword shadows were fierce, and her Peach Wood Sword erupted with immense potential, the astonishing sword light like a hurricane charging towards the robed man.
