This scene was just too awkward. Even the large number of Imperial Guards and Samurai around them were watching with conflicted faces, their cheeks twitching...
Both individuals were hit at the same time, yet the outcome was so absurdly disparate. The gap between people can be too vast.
For the Eighth Imperial Uncle of the Dongying Imperial Family, his resilience to take a beating was far inferior to a little girl of five or six years old, and there was absolutely no comparison, which left him so infuriated that he spat out another Blood Arrow right there and then, overwhelmed with grief and anger...
"Damn it, where did this little monster come from? Her flesh is too tough; unless we use special means, it's not just about killing her—it's hard to even injure her!"
"No matter what, she must be killed!"
"Prepare the explosives, engage her in combat first, attempt to lure her into an ambush, and blow her up into minced meat with explosives!"
