Upon seeing the peasant woman being held at knifepoint by the man in the floral shirt, the heroine's anger truly erupted, and her intense killing intent was unleashed, as if the air around her turned frigid.
The man in the floral shirt felt the heroine's killing intent and his legs involuntarily began to shake.
He looked at the woman in front of him—beautiful and aloof—unable to comprehend why she was so terrifying that he didn't dare meet her gaze.
Just as the man in the floral shirt was distracted, the heroine lunged forward and grasped his wrist.
Crack.
The man in the floral shirt's wrist was broken, and the switchblade in his hand flew out, landing on the ground.
"Aaah!"
The man in the floral shirt howled in pain, cold sweat beading on his forehead.
Seeing this, his accomplices dared not stand up, instead lying on the ground and playing dead.
"Go find the elixir, or else I'll break your limbs."
