Xia Hongyao's strike was executed with absolute precision, flawlessly cutting off the piece of scalp branded with the character for "slave."
"Little Linzi, I..."
Just as Xia Hongyao was about to boast about her neat job, the Muscle Buddha behind her suddenly swung a heavy fist towards the back of her head.
If the blow had landed, her high ponytail would have burst open like a watermelon crushed by a truck tire.
In this moment of unforeseen crisis, Xia Hongyao miraculously twisted her waist as if she had eyes on the back of her head, her upper body dipping while her left leg swung up and hooked onto the arm of the Muscle Buddha.
Whoosh!
The heavy punch swept by, stirring Xia Hongyao's long ponytail, but she was unharmed.
"What's happening?"
Guo Zheng, upon seeing this, subconsciously darted to the side, distancing himself from Lin Baici.
Double-cross?
But if they were going to turn on him, shouldn't they wait until after they had killed that sword slave?
