Shan Zhu was startled by her smile, and his long sword grazed her neck, breaking the skin, letting fresh blood trickle down.
Yao Guang felt no pain at all. Instead, she slowly stood up, allowing the opponent to hold the long sword across her neck.
"Aren't you afraid... that I'll kill you?"
Shan Zhu was so frightened by this Yao Guang that he couldn't help but stutter when he spoke.
"Do you dare to kill me?"
Yao Guang's gaze was cold and ghostly, staring directly at Shan Zhu, "From the beginning, the reason you didn't make a move on me is because my life is very important to your master behind you. You only dare to hurt me but not take my life. Shan Zhu, you have actually lost."
As soon as she finished speaking, that dark shadow appeared outside the door.
The Soft Sword at Kui Xing's waist was now drenched in blood, and the scent of blood had already drifted in.
