The sound of the halberd breaking through the air was as sharp as a whistle. Lu Bu - or should we call her Lu Fengxian - suddenly turned sideways, and the fatal blow grazed her breastplate, creating a dazzling spark on the metal.
"Traitor! Traitor!" The enemy general roared, with the flames of hatred burning in his eyes.
Fengxian didn't respond, but just flipped his wrist, and Fang Tian's painted halberd twisted like a living thing, piercing the opponent's throat at an almost impossible angle. Warm blood spattered on her face, mixing with the dried blood scabs. The anger in the man's eyes quickly faded, leaving only the blank space of death.
Another life ended in her hands.
