Picking Up a Monk
Editor: Henyee Translations
The leader of the black-clad men momentarily froze. When he looked up, he found a slender figure leaping before him with a swish.
Without uttering a word, the young lady extended her hand, and brilliant ice coalesced into a sword, sweeping directly toward his neck.
This ruthlessly efficient attack momentarily sent shivers down the leader's spine, inducing a fleeting sense of panic.
Clang! The black-clad leader instinctively raised his saber to parry Qiao Mu's longsword.
As the snow-white ice crystals encountered the flames on the leader's saber, rather than extinguishing, they emitted a frigid aura. Conversely, the flames enveloping the leader's saber seemed to wane, as if on the verge of being extinguished.
The leader of the black-clad men was horrified and blurted out, "Who are you?"
Although the young lady appeared to be only sixteen or seventeen years old, her assault conveyed a readiness to take a life.