Meanwhile, the other black-clothed man's blade had already come dangerously close to Li Zhi's face when he suddenly saw his comrade being pushed towards him. Startled, he forcefully stopped his blade in midair.
Ran Yan snatched the knife from the subdued black-clothed man's hand, pressed her knee onto his back, grabbed his hair to lift his head up, and without hesitation, she slashed his throat.
In an instant, blood gushed out like a fountain.
Ran Yan stood behind him, with only a few drops of blood splattered on her snow-white garment.
With that blow, she had severed both the black-clothed man's major artery and windpipe.
The other black-clothed man was stunned by the scene before him, not shocked by Ran Yan's killing technique, but he had never imagined that a frail woman could instantly kill his brother, who was not weak in martial arts. At this moment, his own strength was slowly slipping away.
