Chapter Nineteen: A Single Whip Shatters the Soul

The whip moved like a flying serpent—nimble and unpredictable—and her opponents could never anticipate from which direction it would strike. When it finally appeared before their eyes, it was a fatal blow, leaving no chance of survival.

One burly man swung his fist, ready to attack Luo Changning, when a sharp sound split the air behind him. He spun around quickly, trying to dodge. The rush of wind from the dancing whip foretold its formidable power, and he realized this delicate young woman indeed possessed impressive skills. Not that he was afraid; he simply didn’t want to lose face by being struck by a girl in public. After all, only a fool would stand still and take a beating.

In his mind, avoiding the whip should have been effortless—he was confident in his speed. But this miscalculation cost him more than he could bear.

A flash of silver, swift as a bolt of lightning, crossed the air. Before the man could retreat three yards, the soft whip struck his waist, slicing through him in an instant and severing his body into two.

Thud—

His corpse crashed heavily to the ground, dust rising in the air. The expression on his face remained relaxed and confident, as if he had not yet realized what had happened. He ascended to the afterlife without even knowing he was dead.

Gao Haitian still wore a smug smile. If he had a folding fan in hand, he would have imitated a playboy: hands on hips, fanning himself, laughing lewdly. But the sight of his subordinate being split in two by a single l