"Whoa—" Xu Yichao forcibly swallowed his curse.
Huang Zhongyu broke out in cold sweat and was just about to run when Sang Que's blade was already at his throat.
"Don't move!"
Zhao Lihong ran closer, and upon clearly seeing them, a scream burst from her throat, "You, you, aren't you dead!?"
Just as Xu Yichao was still trying to figure out the situation, Sang Que's eyes turned sharp, threw the flashlight at him, and dashed out wielding the Tang Blade.
Swish!
A silver flash caught Xu Yichao's eye, and he instinctively shut them. When he reopened them, Sang Que had already sheathed the blade and was standing straight. Ashes fell from her left hand, and strange black runes appeared on the right hand's Tang Blade.
Zhao Lihong's eyes widened to the extreme, and her body split from the left shoulder to the right abdomen!
