"Very well, the eldest sister of Zhao's Martial Arts Hall indeed has some backbone, but I held back earlier, not striking to kill. If your master does not make a move soon, the next one will send you on your way,"
Han Sui coldly stated, yet he immediately cracked a smile, "However, I appreciate talent. It is not easy for a woman like you, who hasn't slain the Crimson Dragon, to have trained your martial arts to such an extent. I can offer you a way out: kill your fellow disciple next to you, bow several times to me, agree to become my concubine, and I'll spare your life."
"Pah, dream on," Rong Niang angrily retorted as she once again lunged at Han Sui with her fists.
Despite her inferior strength, she preferred to die fighting rather than suffer such indignity.
"Ungrateful,"
Having his offer rejected, Han Sui's pride was slightly wounded and in an instant, he was moved to kill. He thrust a palm strike which burst forth with Jin Qi, kicking up a cloud of dust.