Battle (1)
Redakteur: Kurisu
A strong gust of wind blew past.
Lu Sheng took his time to descend from his high seat, taking each step steadily and calmly.
The small red shoe stepped in slowly, revealing a wine-red long skirt, followed by a butterfly-knotted string attached to a blood-red jadeite, and a delicately exquisite black belt.
Half of a woman’s body had crossed over the threshold.
Both of them were moving at the same time, neither hurriedly nor slowly; soon, they neared each other.
"KA-CHA!"
Yet another crisp crack rang out.
In an eccentric distorted position, the woman’s torso twisted and squeezed itself through the gap in the door.
"Crimson Whale Sect… none of you can dream of escaping…" a bizarre, sharp and shrill woman’s voice rang out.
The woman’s torso was completely in the hall now. A blood-red paper umbrella was hoisted up by one her hands.