It was then that Wang Yuyan got a clear view.
There stood a woman dressed in black ninja attire, her supple and delicate body wrapped in the black garb that revealed her astonishing curves, curves that Zhang Xiaomeng could even discern.
"Beautiful, truly breathtakingly beautiful," Zhang Xiaomeng couldn't help but tease.
Across him, Lu Xueyan gritted her teeth, her eyes filled with an even deeper murderous intent, having discarded her long sword for a dagger now in her hand.
She ruthlessly aimed for Zhang Xiaomeng's heart.
If this stab had connected, Zhang Xiaomeng would have been left dead or crippled.
Unfortunately, Zhang Xiaomeng's reaction speed was too fast.
He nimbly sidestepped, landing a palm on Lu Xueyan's body; she was sent flying like she was hit by a raging bull, her body careening five or six meters away.
She landed on the ground, spitting out a mouthful of blood, her complexion instantly turning pale.
