Shen Yi Di Nu Divine Doctor: Daughter of the First Wife (神医嫡女) [Book 2]

To Kill or Let Live?

Finally, the two stopped moving!

They saw that the tip of Xuan Tian Ye's sword had reached Feng Yu Heng's throat. It was practically touching her neck, but it was stopped in its tracks just a hair away.

It was impossible for Xuan Tian Ye to not have stopped because the whirlwind kicked up by Feng Yu Heng's whip had reached its limits. Xuan Tian Ye looked like he was hidden in a cocoon. From head to toe, he could not move at all.

Feng Yu Heng still had a sinister smile on her face. Reaching out with her hand, she gently pushed the sword aside. Without looking at him, she began inspecting the sword.

She looked it over many times, as a puzzled expression surfaced on her face, "Didn't third brother say that you wanted to compete with me with a sword? You even said that although your sword was sharp, my whip was longer, so neither side was at a disadvantage. Then what is this current situation?"

While she spoke, she wrapped her whip around once more, strangling Xuan Tian Ye to the point of no longer being able to breathe. He tried to use his internal strength to break free from the whip, but he found that this was just a wasted effort.

Feng Yu Heng reminded him: "Third brother, be a little more careful. Not to mention whether or not you can break free, even if you could if Xuan Tian Ming's whip is broken, he will come looking to seek repayment."

Xuan Tian Ye's heart trembled. Xuan Tian Ming's whip? Looking again, but of course, it was. There was a gold inlay on the handle, and a cold light came from a hidden barb. It was extremely flexible to the point that it could not be cut. Despite frequently being used to whip people, the whip did not reek with the stench of blood... He had become familiar with this long ago; however, he had been so infuriated that he did not have time to think. Now, it seemed that his ninth brother had given his most beloved whip to his wife.

"The prince of a country, the dignified Prince Xiang, when fighting with a young girl that has not even celebrated her 13th birthday is bringing out hidden weapons. How shameless." Feng Yu Heng insulted him without any thought. Although her eyes were no longer bloodshot, it was now thick with contempt.

Twisting the whip in her hand a little tighter, the bloody marks on Xuan Tian Ye's body became even deeper and were on the verge of flowing like rivers.

Feng Yu Heng looked at him like this and no longer spoke. Her gaze went from being filled with contempt to completely tranquil. It then changed from tranquility to indifference then cruelty, ferocity, and finally, it became filled with a dense murderous intent.

Xuan Tian Ye understood the message from her gaze. Three words appeared in large font in his mind: It's over!

Sure enough, Feng Yu Heng pulled the whip tighter and tighter, increasing her pace more and more. The whip dug into his body, from the skin to flesh then flesh to bone. His flesh split, and finally, the sound of his bones breaking could be heard.

Xuan Tian Ye gritted his teeth so tightly from the pain that he nearly shattered them.

The immense loss of blood caused him to feel dizzier and dizzier. There were a few times where he was about to faint, but every time it happened, Feng Yu Heng's whip would tighten once more, the pain causing him to remain awake.

This was simply just abusing another person in a tyrannical manner. Xuan Tian Ye was both ashamed and resentful. With his head covered in blue veins, he was finally unable to endure the torture and said: "Kill me! Just kill me!"

Feng Yu Heng pointed at her own whip: "Aren't I in the process of killing you! It's just A-Heng has never killed anyone. I am not as proficient at it as third brother. That's why I am a little slower at it. Third brother, endure a little longer, and you will be dead."