Su Ling'er had never found the act of vanquishing evil for the people to be so toe-curlingly embarrassing.
Until today.
Before this day—the day she was forced to vanquish evil under her senior brother's control—she never would have imagined such a thing was possible.
SQUELCH.
Her longsword plunged into a guard's chest, and once again, blood blossomed in the air.
The next moment, an irresistible, bizarre force grabbed her by the collar and dragged her back several meters to her original spot.
The moment her feet touched the ground, her shoulders began that shameful, rhythmic heaving again.
INHALE—EXHALE—!
INHALE—EXHALE—!
Su Ling'er stared at the group of enemies in front of her, who were also heaving up and down in place, and felt her spirit crumble.
'Why?'
'Just why is Senior Brother doing this?'
'With the power he used to instantly kill that old fiend in the purple robe, Senior Brother could annihilate this mob with a flick of his finger.'
'But he refuses to do it.'
