Lin Tian saw clearly that the swift figure dashed in front of him, and with a flick of the long sword, the blade slipped across Kun Yun's wrist, severing the tendons, and blood gushed out like a fountain.
Everything happened too suddenly. By the time Kun Yun reacted, there was only the excruciating pain in his hand, making his face contort and his hoarse throat cry out like a ghost wailing.
Lin Tian looked at the stunning figure. She still held the long sword in her hand, its tip stained red with blood, exuding an air of lethal sternness.
"Auntie." Lin Tian was slightly taken aback, then said with some annoyance, "Were you hiding in that plum tree all along?"
Xu Xianrong nodded gently, then pointed with her sword tip at Kun Yun and said, "This old man is quite cunning. If I didn't hide first, do you think he would have shown himself?"
Lin Tian rolled his eyes in annoyance, "So I turned out to be a bait."
