The thrust of this blade.
Both froze in place, the air filled with an increasingly intense scent of blood, as if time itself had stopped.
Shen Tang stared in shock at the sharp blade in her hand piercing a man's cold, pale chest, blood spreading like a blooming flower, staining the white robes with crimson.
Shen Li's face turned pale in an instant!
Her fingers trembled, suddenly releasing the grip, stepping back two steps, her face full of disbelief, "I..."
This fox had always been hiding his strength; he was the powerful Emperor of the Yiyuan Empire, capable of evading her attack completely.
She hadn't intended to truly stab him; it was an unconscious reaction.
He could have dodged, so why didn't he? He just let the blade pierce his heart.
Shen Li's breaths trembled too.
He endured the severe pain, pulled out the bloody blade from his chest, "clang!" tossed it to the ground, his body uncontrollably staggering backward.
