"Die!" Nalan Xingde shouted loudly. He moved as fast as lightning. Although he made a move later than her, he reached her first. His finger was like a sword as it broke the wind caused by Madam Wuyan's palm strike and touched the space between her eyebrows with lightning speed.

"You... dare... kill... me?" Madame Wuyan was stunned.

A drop of blood dripped from between her eyebrows.

She was Zhong Ling's senior, and the latter was the first lady of ...