"Gah!" Mo Xifeng, who was punched until her insides were crushed, vomited blood. Her cherry-pink lips were dyed red as she fell to the ground. Her mecha arm shifted back to normal and her twisted and crushed fingers showed the brutality that she had suffered under the hands of Han Xiaorui.
Han Xiaorui looked down at Mo Xifeng, who was now lying in the puddle of her own blood and shook her head. "You didn't have to die like this; after all, I admire talents. If you had stopped in time, I would have let you live."
If Mo Xifeng had agreed to join their faction, then certainly they didn't have to kill this woman to clear off their obstructions. But what else was she supposed to do? Mo Xifeng, a fanatic knight who would rather die than to give up on her loyalty—it was better to kill her before she could get any stronger.