In the corner, Yuesheng locked onto Ning Zijin's figure in an instant, flipped his wrist, and a slightly crude dagger appeared in his palm—sharp enough to snatch a life in a flash.
He took steps toward Ning Zijin, with a turbulent malice in his lowered gaze, and an aura of murder all around him.
Ning Zijin's sixth sense was peculiarly sharp, her eyes flashed as she caught sight of the fast-approaching figure. The attacker, realizing he had been spotted, instantly sped up, like a nimble cheetah, leaping up with a gleaming blade in hand, aiming for Ning Zijin's vital arteries with deadly force.
