A cold glint flashed, dazzling Yu Keqing's eyes, and frightened her into remaining motionless, dumbstruck in her place.
Meng Yaohui was not polite at all. With a backhanded pull, the sharp blade of the dagger drew towards Yu Keqing's beautiful face.
If that delicate and smooth face of Yu Keqing were to meet the blade, it would certainly be slashed open, resulting in disfigurement.
Although Yu Keqing had not been subdued yet, she was a beauty destined for Qin Feng. Meng Yaohui attempting to ruin her face, and in front of Qin Feng no less—how could that be acceptable?
When the sharp dagger was about to slice into Yu Keqing's face, Qin Feng immediately took action.
His two fingers, like a pair of iron pliers, firmly clamped down on the blade of the dagger.
Meng Yaohui was stupefied, looking at Qin Feng in disbelief.
Was this guy really that strong? To think that he used just two fingers to clamp his dagger, rendering him unable to advance or retreat.
