The glass shard hurtled in the air towards number four. Number four instantly withdrew her whip and bent down. That glass shard flew over her head, causing her no harm at all. Since her attack did not hit its mark, Song Qingxiao immediately caught hold of another glass shard and gave it a firm tug.
Snap.
The sound of the glass breaking rang clearly through the air. The sharp edges of the broken glass sliced into her flesh, and blood poured out of the wound. However, Song Qingxiao did not seem to notice the pain in her palm because of the extreme anxiety that she was experiencing.
That piece of broken glass was much larger. Song Qingxiao raised both arms and once again hurled it towards number four before she had the time to react. That time, she had put all her energy into aiming the shard directly at number four's face.
