In the alley, the sounds of music intertwined with the intent to kill.
Jiang Shouzhong's figure was agile, his toes lightly tapping the bluestone, dodging the incoming wind blades as nimbly as a cat avoiding arrows.
In the blink of an eye, he had suddenly drawn the Seven Kills Long Knife from his waist.
The blade gleamed like the Cold Moon emerging from clouds, followed by a piercing wind.
Hiss!
The passing wind blades left deep furrows on the ground.
Jiang Shouzhong transformed into a bolt of lightning, charging toward the woman plucking the strings. The knife wind howled, slicing through the tense air around him.
Qin Shier remained indifferent, her fingers continuing to strum.
Around the woman, wind blades circled like protector serpents, glimmering brightly.
