The crowd was dumbfounded as they watched Qin Yu casually slice through Qin Lin's thigh meat with a sword, cutting deep into the bone and severing the tendons connecting his thigh and shin.
As she cut, she said, "Thinking about it, that old man was your age when you shattered his entire body. I'm a woman, and it wouldn't be nice to be too cruel. It might sound bad if word got out. So, I'll just break the bones."
Indeed, under the watchful eyes of everyone, she systematically dissected all the bones in Qin Lin's body.
No one dared to speak, and those who dared didn't open their mouths, because Xu Jingchuan and Shangwen Yazhi were both thinking about something—the techniques of this person looked strange, not much like the swordsmanship or skills typical of martial artists. Rather, it resembled the methods used by a coroner or a chef, the serious professionalism in her technique was striking.
Uh, that, this woman… might be a bit terrifying.
