“Cough, cough, cough!” That person looked up at Qiao Mu in shock while coughing.

  The other man was also stunned as he clenched his fists and glowered at Qiao Mu.

  However, Qiao Mu did not mind this. They were already mortal enemies, so why should she care about the rude attitudes of two dead men?

  Qiao Mu grabbed her ferule from empty air and stated coldly, “Do you have any last words before your deaths.”


  “Phooey!” The two men spat at the ground.

  The next second, Qiao Mu transmuted wood spirit into a vine whip laden with thorns, and she lashed those two people’s left cheeks without any hesitation.