"DIE, TRAITOR!" Bai Ruolan screamed, her voice cracking with a chilling mix of grief and unbridled rage.
Her hair was wild and unraveled, her indigo robes torn and stained with soot and blood, but beneath her tear-streaked face, her eyes burned with a calculating, icy focus.
She drove her blade forward in a fierce, continuous barrage, using the chaos of the battlefield to press Zhao Tianxing hard.
Zhao Tianxing, a 7th-stage Golden Core master, possessed raw strength that vastly outclassed Bai Ruolan on paper.
Yet, he was entirely thrown off balance, paralyzed with paranoia over Peng Kai's public accusations, terrified of Meng De's silent, murderous glare, and frantic to save his own skin.
Bai Ruolan took full advantage of his frayed nerves.
Weaving around falling stone slabs with fluid, agile footwork, she pressed him relentlessly in a frantic flurry of strikes, ensuring he didn't have a single second to clarify his innocence or flee the collapsing building.
