Auntie Zhao was suddenly flung against the longan tree on the side. Her back hit the trunk, causing her to grimace in pain.
She was about to curse loudly, but before she could open her mouth, a dark shadow flew past her. At first, she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her, until she heard a "whoosh" near her ear, and something stabbed into the trunk.
She turned her head, and wished she hadn't. She was startled to see it was Xiaoge's firewood axe, now embedded a third of the way into the trunk, a mere inch away from her head.
Auntie Zhao's face turned as white as a sheet, and shaking, she stammered out, "Mur-, murder…"
But Xiaoge approached with a stern face, not even glancing at Auntie Zhao, simply pulling his axe out with ease.
Considering how deeply the axe was embedded, it would take supernatural strength to pull it out so effortlessly, yet Xiaoge did it without breaking a sweat and walked away without giving Auntie Zhao another look.
