The noblewoman turned her head back to the front, and the deep red marks on her fair neck gradually faded away.
"Elegant, truly elegant." The third Sun Hang clapped his hands as he approached from the noblewoman's side, "Although I can't clearly see your face, judging by your figure and demeanor, you must be a rare beauty. Would the lady be willing to share a bed with me tonight?"
The noblewoman did not speak; instead, she turned her head to look at the third Sun Hang.
Or rather, that deadly bloodline that could cut through steel once again swept toward Sun Hang.
Having been on guard, Sun Hang ducked just in time to dodge the bloodline's attack and then instantly moved forward, his right hand forming a fist, aiming at the noblewoman's abdomen.
The imagined dull thud did not come; Sun Hang only felt as if his fist had plunged into some kind of liquid, passing almost without resistance through the noblewoman's body, emerging from her lower back.
