She looked up at Xue Ling again, clearly in great pain, but she clenched her teeth, kept silent and even had a cold smile at the corner of her mouth, completely fearless of death!
It seemed as if she thought death was not such a big deal.
But Nan Feng couldn't stand by and watch someone die. She could pretend not to see when someone was being beaten up, but she couldn't watch a vibrant life like Xue Ling disappear right before her eyes.
Seeing that no one's attention was on her, Nan Feng picked up a knife that had fallen to the ground during the recent fight.
She quietly stepped back, looked at the hemp rope holding up Xue Ling, and then raised her hand and threw it.
The knife spun several loops in the air and cut precisely through the thick rope.
At the very moment Xue Ling was about to fall, Nan Feng lunged over and caught her in time.
