"Ah…" Zhou Lin knelt on the ground, and then, it seemed as if his pain nerves suddenly erupted. His pale face twisted instantly, a crazed howl escaped him, and his hands reflexively reached for his calf, which had just been pierced by the thin red blade. Instantly, his hands were covered with glaring fresh blood.
Zhou Lin's scream grew even louder!!!
That was his own blood, after all!
Over the years, he had seen plenty of blood, but it had always been the blood of others. Now, his own blood was flowing like a small stream—it was the first time in his life.
As Zhou Lin screamed in fear and madness, Chi Dao finally snapped back to reality. Though his heart was heavy and horrified, his solid combat awareness and loyalty to Young Master Zhou Lin drove him to act regardless of the consequences.
Without the thin red blade in hand, Chi Dao could only punch. His clenched right fist, like a sandbag, smashed towards Su Chen's face from such a close distance.
