Huang Daoren did not speak. He retreated half a step to the side, as though to avoid the insinuation, but the sabre in his hand did not return to its sheath. Instead, it hung from his hand guardedly, as if demonstrating what was meant by ‘affable in appearances, but hostile at heart’.

Peach Red Grandma eyed him guardedly, regarded Liu Qianqiao like a venomous snake, and said, “Young lass, you best answer whatever Granny asks you. It’ll save Granny effort, and save you from physical torment.”

The chill of early spring was still biting, but Liu Qianqiao was soaked all over in cold sweat as though she had been hauled from the water. She had not managed to stop the bleeding of her severed arm in time; her face was extremely pale, and she was quaking from pain all over like a leaf in strong wind. Still, she looked at these three people stubbornly, gritting her teeth to try and stop the quiver to her voice as she said, “If...if you want to kill me, kill me. Why are you talking so much nonsense?!”

If a person like Liu Qianqiao had uttered this, it was most likely that she did not know anything--to her, how could a mere possession be more important than her life?

Yet, those three crude knaves could not grasp this. Peach Red Grandma chuckled coldly. “You’re turning down a polite offer for punishment!” Her hand shot out, and a split second later, Liu Qianqiao emitted a short scream--Peach Red Grandma had severed her other arm too.

Without any support, Liu Qianqiao collapsed onto the ground, her whole body spasming. She jerked upwards repeatedly, panting heavily with her mouth wide open like a dying fish, writhing on the ground as though she was trying to flip herself over to sit up.

Liu Qianqiao's eyes were unfocused, but still she murmured, "If you want to kill me…then kill me…"

Huang Daoren smiled, and drawled, “Peach Red-dajie, if she dies just like this, that’ll ruin things. She has taken a blow from me, and is already at the end of her life. Leave a little mercy when you lay your knife on her...anyway, are there not plenty of ways to make a woman talk?”

He was lecherous in appearance, and looked even moreso once he smiled. Wen Kexing sighed, suddenly morose at all the changes that time eventually brought to the world. “The younger generations outshine the previous ones. I feel that he resembles a supreme demon of the jianghu even more than I do.”

Zhou Zishu finally launched the button in his hand. He did not hold back; the button struck the wrist of the hand which Huang Daoren was using to hold his sabre, and tore a hole through it. Huang Daoren shrieked like a pig being slaughtered.