Yang Ze didnt seem to hear her provocations. He didnt even care about the fact that his right hand was gone. The only thing on his mind was the fact that he wanted the woman in front of him dead.
Raising his hand again, seven more clones appeared beside him, each one with the same painful expression and missing arm.
"OH!?" Han She's eyes lit up as she perked her head a little, just to take a better look.
The eight figures in front of her suddenly scattered around, each one coming from a different direction.
She looked with interest as the eight similar figures raised their hands, each one summoning a wind blade before launching towards her. But they didn't just stop there. One after another… they kept on shooting the wind blades, directly cutting off any path to escape.
"You know what's better than a hundred wind blades?" Han She spoke in a leisurely voice as she simply lifted her sword and swiped it around her in a circular motion before uttering her next words.
