"Pfft—"
Ming Li spat out a mouthful of blood abruptly. She raised her hand and wiped the blood from the corner of her lips. Frowning, she once again struggled to stand.
Looking at the man not far away, Ming Li's lips curved into a stinging smile, "What, already enraged?"
Meng Xuan was once again provoked by the smile on Ming Li's lips and slapped towards her direction again.
Thus, Ming Li, who had just staggered to her feet, was sent flying again, crashing heavily onto the ground and creating a large pit.
"Cough, cough, cough!"
Ming Li’s brows furrowed deeply. She struggled to stand up again, spitting out another mouthful of blood.
"My good daughter, why don't you listen? Look, you're so badly injured now. How worried your father would be."
Hearing the man's hypocritical voice, Ming Li wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and looked at Meng Xuan with calm eyes, "Enough. Take away that hypocritical face of yours. It disgusts me."
As expected, Meng Xuan was enraged again. He hated it most when people called him hypocritical.
A gust of palm wind swept towards Ming Li's direction again.
However, this time, it did not injure Ming Li.
Seeing the girl who had instantly shifted away, Meng Xuan's heart skipped a beat. He suddenly had a bad premonition, so he began to attack Ming Li frantically, each move vicious, intending to end Ming Li's life completely.
But this time, no matter where he struck, he could not touch Ming Li's figure.
Suddenly, Ming Li's figure disappeared from his sight.
Meng Xuan's heart lurched. He looked back abruptly and slashed behind him with a knife.
"Crack—"
After a faint sound, Meng Xuan looked in disbelief at the great sword in his hand, snapped in two. How was this possible! This was his life-bound sword! And now it was broken?!
While Meng Xuan was still shocked, the light in front of him was blocked by a shadow.
Ming Li stood in mid-air, condescendingly looking down at Meng Xuan below.
Meng Xuan came back to his senses and looked at Ming Li, who was like a celestial maiden fallen to the mortal world, in the air. He instinctively felt displeased. He raised his hand, wanting to pull Ming Li down from her high altar.
But this time, it was his turn to be unable to move.
Feeling his immobile body, Meng Xuan was surprised. "As expected of the Lord of Ten Thousand Paths, you still have some strength, but..." He stopped midway, raised his eyes, and curved his lips into a disdainful smile, "This is still not enough! Now, most of your power is on me. Good daughter, you haven't forgotten, have you?"
As the words fell, immense power surged from Meng Xuan's body, attempting to break free from his restraints.
Ming Li, "You don't really think the Lord of Ten Thousand Paths is just a title, do you?"
Ming Li let out a cold laugh and clasped her hands together. The next moment, all the power in Meng Xuan was absorbed by Ming Li.
Meng Xuan, "……?"
He was so scared that he instantly ceased all movement.
"What did you do!"
Hearing the angry roar, Ming Li didn't even lift an eyebrow. She instantly opened her clasped hands, and the next moment, her power returned to her body at lightning speed.
"No! Don't! This is my power! Give me back my power! What did you do to me!"
Meng Xuan's voice became frenzied as he roared at Ming Li, raving powerlessly.
Ming Li ignored the man and continued to reclaim her power.
After an unknown amount of time, Ming Li finally opened her eyes.
Exhaling a breath of stale air, her indifferent gaze fell on the man still raging powerlessly. "Even with a lot of power, trash is still trash. You didn't even detect such a simple formation. You are truly a waste."
Hearing Ming Li's words, Meng Xuan quickly lowered his head to look. Indeed, he saw a large formation drawn with blood that had appeared beneath his feet at some point...