Chapter 18: What Can You Do to Me? (1)

The legitimate daughter of the original wife was the natural enemy of the children born to the stepmother, and Chang Ge Yu Jiao was about to break all the wings of this legitimate daughter. “Chang Ge Yue, soon you will realize that everything you rely on means nothing to me, because I have mastered the orthodox martial arts of the Zhuge family!”

Her maternal grandfather, Zhuge Pei, was the undefeated war god of Dongmo!

Chang Ge Yue smiled coldly. The daughters of the Chang family took pride in the Zhuge family’s martial arts, but she really didn’t know whether her so-called father would cry or die upon hearing this! However—

Was the Zhuge family’s martial arts truly all that remarkable?

“Soon you will also realize that everything you rely on means nothing to me!” Hmph! In her previous life, she had already fought with Chang Ge Yu Jiao, but back then she had held back for the sake of this so-called “little cousin.”

Now, she would guide this little heroine of the Chang family on behalf of her past self.

Chang Ge Yu Jiao bit her silver teeth and shouted, “Watch my sword!” The fierce blade thrust straight towards Chang Ge Yue’s heart. Killing this ugly wretch today would ensure that she and her eldest sister were the true legitimate ladies of the Chang mansion!

Chang Ge Yue smiled coldly, recognizing the same old routine.

Mediocre martial skills, yet she foolishly believed she was delivering a killing blow. “Fool!”

“How dare you insult me!” Chang Ge Yu Jiao quickened her sword strike, expecting to see a pool of blood bloom on the ugly girl’s chest. Yet, to her surprise, Chang Ge Yue oddly evaded the long sword. “Hmph! This is just an appetizer!”

With that, Chang Ge Yu Jiao’s sword veered sharply. “Phantom Slash!”

Chang Ge Yue smiled coldly and flicked her long whip, instantly hooking the real sword among a thousand illusory blades. “Fifth sister, that’s not how you use ‘Phantom Slash’!”

With a snap of Chang Ge Yue’s wrist, the “precious sword” in Chang Ge Yu Jiao’s hand shattered into countless pieces.

“My sword!” Chang Ge Yu Jiao screamed almost in agony upon seeing her broken blade. “How dare you destroy my sword?”

Chang Ge Yue sneered, “Destroyed or not, what can you do to me?” If she wanted her life, did she expect her to compensate with a sword?

“I’ll kill you!” Chang Ge Yu Jiao was truly mad now; that sword had been a gift from someone special, and this ugly wretch had just broken it. “Ah!” She grabbed a porcelain vessel nearby—never mind whether it was a genuine painted piece—and hurled it at Chang Ge Yue.

Chang Ge Yue regarded the crazed Chang Ge Yu Jiao coldly. “Annoyed and furious? Hmph, fifth sister, let your third sister properly instruct you. Phantom Slash!”

Chang Ge Yue flicked her long whip with one hand. An ordinary whip suddenly multiplied into countless afterimages, making it impossible to tell which was real and which was illusion.

“Ah!” Only when the whip struck Chang Ge Yu Jiao fiercely did the searing pain clear her mind somewhat.

In Chang Ge Yue’s hand now was the painted porcelain vessel that had been in Chang Ge Yu Jiao’s grasp moments ago.

Chang Ge Yu Jiao had no time to lose her mind again before countless phantom whips lashed at her body. She was enveloped in a thousand, ten thousand whip shadows, the sound of flesh being torn ringing in everyone’s ears.

All present stared in disbelief at the fifth young lady, wrapped in a black shadow, beaten until her skin was shredded and raw.

Chang Ge Qing rubbed her eyes hard. Chang Ge Yu Jiao had no doubt used Phantom Slash countless times before, but—“Is this... the true Phantom Slash?!”