"Y-you—!" Sabrina's body jolted the moment his words registered, her trembling hand yanking back from his crotch as if she'd touched molten iron.
Her claws retracted instinctively, pupils dilating as she stumbled backward, her bare legs scraping against the newly sprouted grass beneath them.
But before she could retreat further, her instincts kicked in—pure animalistic reflex triggered by his disrespectful words.
She swung her hand forward with brutal speed, fingers sharpening into blade-like claws mid-swing, aiming straight for his chest.
The strike was lethal, meant to carve through bone and pierce his heart.
Tianlong's eyes widened for a split second—not due to fear but rather due to a memory flashing in his mind of the same hand piercing him an hour ago. But this time his jaws clenched as he remained unflinching.
Her nails entered his body, phasing through his robed chest without resistance—passing clean through like he wasn't even there.
