I don't know if it was Xia Wenjin's aura that was intimidating or her words that caught her off guard, but the woman's hand hesitated, almost letting the dagger sweep across her.
However, the woman's reaction was impressive. She twisted her body sideways, barely avoiding it, and at the same time flicked her fingers to reveal two long and slender strands of bright white. Though they appeared as faint and weak threads, in her hands, they wove together to form a net.
Xia Wenjin's dagger fell onto that bright white net; every move felt as if it were landing in cotton, incapable of exerting any force.
The woman waved her hands continuously, the silver threads sometimes forming a net, sometimes a line, and sometimes a whip, mysteriously unfathomable.
Ever since her rebirth, Xia Wenjin had diligently practiced martial arts. Her current skills were almost at the peak of her past life, yet facing this woman, she felt she had no chance of winning.
