Wang Hu's spear light unobstructedly struck Yang Xiaoyu's shoulder.
"Pffft!"
Yang Xiaoyu's complexion turned pale as fresh blood gushed from her mouth. Her right arm was penetrated by a hole as large as a bowl, and from the wound dripped drops of crimson blood.
Her shoulder instantly collapsed, and her body, having lost the power to support itself, was thrown several meters back, eventually falling outside the martial arts arena.
Looking down at Yang Xiaoyu, who had fallen at his feet, Wang Hu wore a smug cold smile, "Hmph, little woman, I'll give you a choice, spend a night with me, or die!"
"Ptui! In your dreams!" Yang Xiaoyu wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and smiled coldly, her words causing Wang Hu's face to darken.
A flash of anger crossed Wang Hu's face, and he wildly swung his iron spear, sending a barrage of fierce, unrivaled spear lights hammering down on Yang Xiaoyu, intent on completely annihilating her there and then!