"Scum of a woman, I advise you to surrender quietly! Spare yourself the pain." the leading henchman sneered.
"Hmph! Don't even think about it!" Ouyang Yu said coldly.
"Since you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit, I will fulfill your wish! Take her down for me." the leading henchman arrogantly commanded.
As his voice fell.
Besides the two who had died, the remaining dozen or so fierce henchmen, gripping their machetes menacingly, advanced.
"Kneel down, you filthy woman!" the group roared.
The machete drew a cold gleam, carrying a strong whizzing sound as it chopped toward Ouyang Yu.
Without a weapon in hand, Ouyang Yu dared not meet the blow head-on. Rolling swiftly on the ground, she awkwardly dodged.
Bang!
Before she could stand up, the leading henchman rushed up rapidly.
His right foot, with a powerful gust of wind, kicked her in the chest, sending her flying.
A sweet taste in her mouth, a trail of blood dripping from the corners.
