I am just a mortal, why do you all worship me as a saint?

Chapter 113: Just Beating Up a Woman

Her action startled all the disciples around her, who all turned to look at her.

"Holy crap! Has this little brat gone mad? She's actually going to take this nine-section whip that can split rocks with her bare hands?"

"This is utterly reckless and courts death!"

"Isn't this just asking for trouble?"

The crowd couldn't help but start discussing it.

Hua Yao paused for half a second, then sneered, "Grab my whip with your hands?"

Grabbing someone else's weapon with bare hands is the stupidest thing to do. She only needs to pull lightly to cripple this brat's hand!

But when she tried to pull the whip back, she realized something was wrong.

Because it can't be drawn out.

Qin Yiyao's palms seemed to be made of iron; no matter how much Dao power Hua Yao poured into them, her whip tip remained completely still.

"what?"

She was startled again, and even with seven or eight tenths of her strength, she still couldn't budge those slender, jade-like hands.

Qin Yiyao's pretty face was cold and contemptuous, with an air of nonchalance, as if she had just picked up a feather, without lifting a finger.

"Is this your strength?"

How can it be!

Hua Yao stared wide-eyed, her face filled with disbelief.

She wasn't stupid; she instantly sensed that the other person's physical strength far surpassed her own!

She's a Nascent Soul Stage 1 cultivator, how come she can't even handle a Core Formation Stage 1 brat? "Stop struggling."

Qin Yiyao glanced at her indifferently, her tone calm.

"Hmph, I'll give it a try!"

Not to be outdone, Hua Yao increased the force of her pull back once more!

But Qin Yiyao remained unmoved, her jade-like legs taut, as if nailed firmly to the spot by steel, without budging an inch!

But this really ignited Qin Yiyao's anger. She glared at Hua Yao with cold eyes and said in a deep voice, "Fine, you forced me to do this."

As soon as she finished speaking, there was a loud "bang" as she suddenly tightened her grip on the whip's end!

Then, Hua Yao cried out in surprise and found herself being dragged towards Qin Yiyao.

What terrifying physical strength is this?

Hua Yao was dragged away, and then Qin Yiyao finally moved. She took a few steps forward and slapped Hua Yao across the face. The crisp sound was extremely painful to everyone's ears!

"hiss--"

"Holy crap! How is this possible?"

"No wonder she dared to accept the challenge; she's got some skills!"

The surrounding disciples were immediately in an uproar, not expecting this outcome.

Even Lin Yang frowned, secretly thinking that this little girl actually had some aspects he couldn't see through, especially her physical strength...

Hua Yao, who had been quite composed just moments before, staggered a few steps after being slapped and was completely stunned; her right cheek was now swollen.

Qin Yiyao's lips curled into a smile, "I already said, stop struggling..."

She dropped the nine-section whip she was holding and walked over. "...But you wouldn't listen."

Hua Yao covered her face, looked up in disbelief, and happened to meet a pair of cold eyes.

"Snapped!"

The second slap landed hard!

"boom!"

A third slap followed.

"Snapped!"

"Clap!"

The fourth slap, the fifth slap, the sixth slap... Qin Yiyao's slaps fell like raindrops, making Hua Yao see stars, her cheeks swell, and she was completely stunned.

"Stop, stop!"

Hua Yao quickly called for a stop, otherwise her face would be ruined.

However, Qin Yiyao ignored her and continued to slap her. "You bitch!" Hua Yao cursed through gritted teeth, but her face was already swollen, and her speech was slurred.

"Keep your mouth clean."

Qin Yiyao's expression was cold, and her voice was even colder, "A friendly spar, is that it? You tried to ruin my face right off the bat. It seems this isn't the first time you've done this!"

With that, she lifted her foot and slammed it hard into Hua Yao's lower abdomen.

"what!"

Hua Yao screamed in agony and collapsed to her knees. Just as she was about to get up, Qin Yiyao darted forward and pressed her foot down on Hua Yao's neck.

This posture...

Seeing this scene resembling an elder reprimanding a younger person, everyone swallowed hard, their eyelids twitching uncontrollably.

Hua Yao was at the first level of the Nascent Soul stage, yet she was beaten so badly by this little girl at the first level of the Core Formation stage? Moreover, the moon-white longsword at her waist, which looked very sharp, wasn't even drawn! She subdued Hua Yao with just her physical strength, leaving everyone speechless and unable to process this enormous shock!

This little girl is so domineering!

Hua Yao's breathing became labored. She desperately pounded on Qin Yiyao's ankle, pleading, "Don't...don't kill me...please..."

Disgust and contempt flashed in Qin Yiyao's eyes: "I won't kill you."

"That would get your hands dirty."

Immediately, she released her foot and saw Hua Yao clutching her neck, panting heavily, like a drowning dog desperately seeking breath.

Qin Yiyao coldly swept her gaze across the remaining Nianling Sect disciples and asked in a chilling voice, "I know you're not convinced. Now, who else is not convinced?" Although her voice wasn't loud, it carried an extremely strong penetrating power, each word like a sharp blade piercing into everyone's hearts!

Everyone fell silent, no one dared to utter a sound, and all eyes turned elsewhere.

Only Lin Yang became increasingly interested in Qin Yiyao.

"interesting……"

Qin Yiyao then withdrew her gaze, looked at the disheveled Hua Yao, and said indifferently, "I don't want to see you here. Get lost."

"Cough cough..."

Hua Yao coughed up a mouthful of blood and struggled to her feet. Her pig-like face was filled with resentment, but she was helpless. At this moment, Wu Rong also stepped forward and coldly shouted, "Get back to the sect! I will definitely report today's events to the sect leader for a decision!"

Hua Yao was left standing alone, her face filled with shame and despair.

Qin Yiyao didn't even glance at her again, walking straight past her. Her figure was tall and straight, her steps light, and her expression remained calm, as if nothing had happened.

He just beat up a wicked woman with ill intentions.

do not take it personally.