Kuaidao's fast knife truly lives up to its name. Just moments ago, it was flickering like a silver flower in front of him, but the next instant, it streaked like lightning to Wang Yan's face.
Just as the fast knife reached Wang Yan's face, Su Yamo could only manage to let out a cry of surprise.
Especially upon seeing Wang Yan still standing there calmly, with the thumb of his right hand stuck motionless in the air.
It seemed as though he was waiting for that fast knife to chop off his finger.
Su Yamo's heart sank completely. In that instant, regret rose within her. If she hadn't been so headstrong earlier, perhaps she and Wang Yan could have left. How did this fast-knife wielder get drawn out?
If they had left, Wang Yan wouldn't have been hurt.
However, despite her regret, Su Yamo's eyes remained fixed on Wang Yan's hand, seemingly hoping for a miracle to occur.
