Cold sweat drenched the oily soldier from fright. If he had not instinctively taken a step back to dodge it, that white light would have slashed across his neck!
How could this little girl attack so ruthlessly?
Unfortunately, it was his wishful thinking that he avoided death. The next moment, his head cleanly separated from his neck, a faint, thin line appearing on his neck. It took a moment before blood gushed out.
The other soldiers all simultaneously paused and fearfully looked at this little demon.
They had never seen a child who reaped someone's life the moment she attacked!
How old was she? Seven? Eight?
The pedestrians waiting in line had scrambled to the two sides of the road a long time ago and were currently trembling with fear, not daring to make a single sound.
