Chapter 7: These Losers Are Not Enough

However, women of the Charm Race were born unable to cultivate, so even a group of ordinary people without spiritual power could easily deal with them.

At this moment, everyone was watching like they were waiting for a show, anticipating Su Wanluo's end being beaten to death.

Sticks again? Su Wanluo sneered. How could she allow herself to suffer twice from the same thing?

Her combat skills were stronger than Ji Chen's were in his previous life. Su Wanluo had climbed to the position of the Dark Empress, stained by countless amounts of blood and struggling in hell for an unknown amount of time. A person like her was almost immune to all evil; why would she care about these few clowns?

A ruthless smile flashed in the corners of her eyes. Before the flurry of sticks could fall upon her, Su Wanluo's figure flickered like a dragon playing with a phoenix. She unleashed several fast and fierce kicks, and in the blink of an eye, the servants were sprawled across the floor.

The sticks scattered in disarray. Listening to the pained groans of the servants, Su Wanluo curled her lips in a good mood. "Don't you look down on low-grade bloodlines? How does it feel to be beaten down by a low-grade bloodline now?"

She knew a fair amount about the spiritual power of this world. As long as spiritual power did not break into the triple digits, she could torment them however she pleased; she didn't take these people seriously at all.

Yang Haoxuan stood up from the couch in shock, and Ji Miao'er's face was also filled with disbelief. Su Wanluo looked over provocatively and said arrogantly, "Yang Haoxuan, these few wastes of yours aren't enough to challenge me."

Yang Haoxuan looked gloomily at the shouting servants covering the floor, his hands clenched into fists as he gritted his teeth. "Su Wanluo, you know martial arts?"

He had no doubt that the Charm Race was born unable to cultivate spiritual power, because Su Wanluo's movements just now had been clean and efficient, relying purely on physical strength and combat techniques; he hadn't sensed any fluctuations in spiritual power.

But just yesterday, this woman had appeared as helpless as a chicken without the strength to pluck one, which was why she had been knocked off the cliff by his men. Why was she so powerful after only one night?

Su Wanluo's smile was stunning and enchanting, but her eyes were cold as ice. "Yang Haoxuan, Ji Miao'er, don't think that just because I am a woman of the Charm Race, I am easy to bully. Today, I am definitely going to teach you two arrogant pigs a lesson."

Having spoken, Su Wanluo's figure moved, flashing toward Yang Haoxuan and Ji Miao'er. Yang Haoxuan's expression darkened, and he swung his palm to meet her. He wanted to see just how powerful this Charm Race woman could be without any spiritual power.

Speaking of which, Yang Haoxuan could be considered a young genius; at only eighteen, he was already a level nine expert of the Spirit Gathering Realm. His spiritual power had broken 90, and perhaps at any moment, he could break into the triple digits and become an expert of the Profound Understanding Realm.

Su Wanluo felt no pressure dealing with Yang Haoxuan. She was someone who had struggled through a literal Shura Field; how could a showy practitioner like Yang Haoxuan compare to her? Her fists and feet were like the wind. When fighting, Su Wanluo was ruthless and bloodthirsty, showing none of the frailty she appeared to possess.

With her purple hair flying, Su Wanluo kicked out, striking Yang Haoxuan directly in the chest and sending him flying. From the moment he made his move, Yang Haoxuan had been at a disadvantage; just as he was racking his brains to launch a counterattack, he found himself already flying through the air.

Yang Haoxuan crashed to the ground, feeling incredibly frustrated. He glared at Su Wanluo with teeth-gritting malice. Everyone's eyes widened in disbelief—their genius Heir had actually been defeated by a low-grade bloodline of the Charm Race?

"Heir..."

Ji Miao'er called out coquettishly and moved toward Yang Haoxuan, when a cold light suddenly shot toward her. Ji Miao'er dodged instinctively, but it was too late. A hole instantly opened on her face, and blood began to seep out.