Han Zheng struck Hu Wenhui down with the force of thunder, affecting Fei Qingfeng as well.
His mind wavered, and Chen Jiuzhen immediately caught the flaw, spearing through his shoulder blade and pinning him to the ground.
With both leaders of the Lishan Sect defeated, the outcome was now set in stone.
"Tell your Lishan Sect people to surrender and stop this futile resistance," Han Zheng said indifferently to Hu Wenhui.
"In your dreams!" Hu Wenhui glared at Han Zheng, eyes nearly splitting with rage, and yelled, "I, Hu Wenhui, have practiced the sword since childhood, no less than any man. Eighteen years a Sect Leader's daughter, twenty-seven a Sect Leader's wife, death is but death, how can I speak of surrender?"
As her words fell, Hu Wenhui lunged straight toward Han Zheng's blade.
Han Zheng swiftly withdrew his sword, but Hu Wenhui struck her own heart meridian with her palm, instantly collapsing dead to the ground.
