The spiritual power sword had no physical form; one could only vaguely make out its outline. But at this moment, Ahqing could keenly feel the sword blade, effortlessly piercing through iron and never failing, as it brutally penetrated a person's skull, bringing with it a slight sensation of resistance.
She widened her eyes, staring in disbelief at the stiff-faced, familiar elderly man in front of her, her eyes filled with incredulity.
—How absurd.
Just moments ago, she had brazenly claimed that she had never killed any innocent person. But in the blink of an eye, she had personally ended the life of an elderly man. Although the village chief's character wasn't exactly impeccable, he had sought personal gains and held inherent biases against men and women… yet regardless, these flaws were no excuse for taking his life.
