However, Shan Yue ignored him and only focused on controlling the knife in her hand.
In less than two seconds, the knife began to gradually move down from Ah Yong's face to his neck, chest, and stomach. It only stopped between his legs. It was also at this moment that Ah Yong could no longer smile. The expression on his face stopped abruptly, and his eyes widened as he looked into Shan Yue's eyes in confusion. "Shan Yue, what are you doing?"
"Isn't it obvious what I want to do? Is there a need to ask such a question?" A strange smile appeared on Shan Yue's cold face. "Don't put on such an expression. Didn't you say that you're not even afraid of death? You definitely can't be afraid of this, right?"
As Shan Yue spoke, she had already raised the knife in her hand. The moment she finished speaking, the knife in her hand slashed down.
The strength was enough to take half of Ah Yong's life in one move.
