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Young Mistress Nightly's eyes narrowed.

Ryu's posture was clearly a fighting posture, but he didn't seem very serious at all. It was almost as though he was treating her like any one of the other so-called geniuses that he had already slaughtered.

He didn't take her very seriously at all.

A fury threatened to bubble up from Young Mistress Nightly's heart, but her forbearance, her calm, and her Dao Heart itself were all exceptionally strong.

Even though she was experiencing something she never had in her life before, it was like another spring breeze to her, a casual passing memory in her long life.

And then she erupted.

Her scythe was at Ryu's neck in an instant, her placid gaze gaining an intensity that had never been there before. It was as though she had taken all that rage, all that fury, all that shocking audacity she felt and channeled it into the power of her strike.