Liu Qingyun's lips curved up slightly. "Who exactly is courting death? Why don't we find out?"
As she spoke, she raised two fingers of her other hand and thrust directly at the man's eyes.
It was hard to imagine such a shameless tactic would appear on the body of the Miaojiang Princess.
After all, when it came to martial arts, she wasn't weak.
Perhaps this was the epitome of the saying, "Like father, like daughter."
Fortunately, the man was prepared and dodged Liu Qingyun's devilish fingers just in time.
But in doing so, his grip loosened, allowing Liu Qingyun to free her wrist from his shackles.
Liu Qingyun struck at his chest with her palm.
The man met her palm with his own.
The tremendous inner strength behind the exchange sent Liu Qingyun flying back ten steps. Luckily, she was armed with plenty of goodies on her, which mitigated most of the man's force.
The man said with certainty, "Those little treasures of yours won't hold out for long."
