“Why did you do that?”The sniper's face—crushed beneath Marvel’s boot—was now an unrecognizable mess. But instead of looking pleased, the gangster boss stared at the young woman with a cold, piercing glare. Leah’s actions hadn’t satisfied him—they’d only raised questions.“Tell me why you shot him.”“Oh, come on. What are you even talking about?”Leah, the woman who had just appeared and gunned down the sniper without hesitation, shrugged casually. Her expression was calm, almost bored.“Why would I need your permission to kill someone who was getting in our way? Obviously, I had to take him out.”“Really? That’s your story?”Marvel narrowed his eyes, the intensity in his gaze sharpening like a blade. He studied her carefully, like a predator sizing up an unfamiliar threat.“Tell me—are you hiding something from me?”“Hufff... You're seriously paranoid.”Leah waved him off, shaking her head in exasperation, as if swatting away a pointless accusation.“Why would I do that? We came her

Bang! Bang! Bang!A burst of gunfire exploded from the pistol aimed directly at Marvel’s face. Leah’s expression was cold, merciless—there wasn’t a hint of sympathy or sentiment left. All she wanted now was to blow this bastard’s face apart, just like she had done to that sniper earlier.But Marvel wasn’t just any man.Just like before, when he’d dodged point-blank sniper fire, he moved again—shifting his head left and right with sharp precision, dodging the barrel of Leah’s gun. The bullets tore into the ground, missing their mark completely.“Die, you bastard! That’s what you get for messing with me! You’re gonna feel everything I felt!”Bang! Bang! Bang!Fueled by pure rage, Leah kept pulling the trigger, firing over and over, trying to hit his moving face. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t land a single shot.And by the time the magazine was empty, not a single bullet had even grazed Marvel’s skin.Marvel wasn’t about to waste the opening she’d just handed him.“Stupi

Leah's body was sent flying over thirty feet from the force of the punch. The pain etched across her face said everything—there was a massive gap in strength between them.Boom!She slammed into a thick tree trunk, splintering it on impact.But as a cultivator, Leah wasn’t one to stay down for long. Gritting her teeth, she struggled back to her feet, still reeling.“Hahaha! That punch won’t kill me. No matter how far you’ve come in your cultivation, it means nothing if you’re still just a bastard like you.”Her cheek throbbed with heat where Marvel had hit her, but Leah burst out laughing. She was satisfied—ecstatic, even—that she'd landed a blow to his face in return.She knew Marvel well. He took great pride in his looks. Damaging any part of his body, especially his face, felt like a personal victory. One worth celebrating."Now look at you! Just another ugly bastard no one would even glance at! Hahaha! What a pitiful excuse of a man!"Leah kept laughing, a raw, triumphant joy bubb

Slap!“Dignity? Don’t talk crap in front of me! You’re just a filthy woman looking for attention, that’s why you ran off to the city! You just wanted a man to satisfy your lust, didn’t you?!”Ptui!Leah lifted her bruised face and spat—blood mixed with saliva—straight at Marvel’s face, utterly disgusted by his vile rant.“You animal! Your mouth’s just as filthy as your actions! Thank the heavens I dumped you—otherwise, I might’ve died today right alongside you!”Her body was weak, but Leah’s words were sharp, laced with venom.“Hahaha! Die? Are you out of your mind? How could a tiny scratch like this kill me? No, sweetheart. I’m the one who’s going to kill you!”Bang! Bang! Bang!Marvel balled his fist again and drove it into Leah’s gut—over and over. If she weren’t a cultivator, she would’ve died from the first round of blows. Leah had to focus her inner energy on the points where his fists landed, trying to shield her internal organs.But then, one of his punches struck a vital spot.

"You really think you can kill that man with just your cultivation power?"Leah had just stepped out of the courtyard, confident that everything was going according to plan, when a woman’s voice suddenly echoed in her ear.She immediately turned her gaze toward where the voice had come from—a vacant house, roughly five hundred meters ahead."A woman’s voice?" Leah muttered. "Who is she?"It wasn’t a shout, not even close. More like a whisper. But from that distance?Still frowning in confusion, she spotted a figure—faint, dressed in white, gliding gracefully forward. The woman’s dress shimmered like silk, catching the faintest hints of moonlight.It was two in the morning, and the surrounding area was dim at best. Yet somehow, the woman was already standing right in front of her."You want to kill Marvel, don’t you?""Who are you?"Leah instinctively clenched her fists, stepping