"Don't think too highly of yourself!"
Feiyu had been irritated by the arrogant attitude of the red-clad girl, who looked down upon everyone. Upon seeing her playing some sort of death countdown, he couldn't hold back anymore.
With a thought, the Embroidery Spring Knife appeared in his palm. His body moved with the knife, and with a swift and decisive attack reminding of the Splitting Mountain strike, he aimed straight at the girl's head.
The red-clad girl remained true to her word, showing no intent to make a move before the three seconds had passed.
As the killer move approached, she merely stepped lightly aside, perfectly avoiding Feiyu's thunderous strike.
The cold blade barely grazed her side, missing her by a hair.
Seemingly in grave danger, she dodged Feiyu's strike with ease, her expression as calm as ever. Casually, she uttered the second number, "Two!"
Seeing this, even Ye Weiming couldn't help but frown.
