With a soft hiss, the sharp tip of the sword pierced through Luo Xiu's chest, emerging from his back.
"Mmph! Mmmph!"
Seeing this, Lin Xiyue's eyes went bloodshot. Tied to a tree, she began to struggle furiously, letting out muffled cries.
However, no one paid her any mind. An impatient Cao Hong walked over and knocked her unconscious with a sharp chop to the neck.
Everyone's faces were pale, their gazes all converging on Xiao Ye. Her sword strike had been so effortless, yet so cruel and ruthless.
"This woman... is terrifying," Cao Hong exclaimed, wiping the cold sweat from his face.
In the silence that followed, Xiao Ye slowly withdrew her sword, her expression calm as she gazed at Luo Xiu.
But only she knew the pain searing her heart.
Suddenly, she felt a powerful force from the blade. The sword, halfway out of Luo Xiu's flesh, would not budge. He had grabbed it with one hand!
BOOM!
