The blade pierced through, and Qian Xue cried out in pain. Sweat beads immediately formed on his forehead as he tensed his entire body, pulling on Teng Yuanxiang's ankle with his right hand, dragging her in front of him, and then throwing a punch aimed at smashing her nose.
Teng Yuanxiang was very calm. Nearly forty hours of survival had transformed her considerably. Her spirit was incredibly tough. After thrusting the folding knife, she had no intentions of reconciling. She yanked back the knife and then stabbed towards Qian Xue's mouth.
Seeing the sharp knife blade thrusting towards him, Qian Xue's eyes bulged, nearly popping out. Then his screams abruptly ceased as an intense, piercing pain spread from the tip of his tongue enveloped in the taste of blood; next, he realized that the inside of his mouth had been churned into a mass of broken flesh by the folding knife.
