Wang Jialu greeted Xiao Mu with a smile.
Even when they were only a meter apart, Xiao Mu still hadn't snapped out of his daze.
He even quickened his pace, intending to embrace Wang Jialu in his arms.
That's when Wang Jialu made her move.
She drew a military dagger from its sheath at her waist with lightning speed, and in a flash, she slashed at Xiao Mu's throat.
After all, as a master martial artist, Xiao Mu finally came to his senses at the brink of death.
He swiftly dodged backward, his heart pounding with fear.
Touching his neck, he found a drop of cold blood stuck to his fingertip.
It was a close call, just one centimeter.
If Wang Jialu's dagger had moved just one centimeter deeper, Xiao Mu's throat would have been cut open on the spot.
"Damn you! You're going to pay for that!"
Seeing this, Chushan from behind finally snapped back to reality.
Clang!
The next second, he quickly drew his katana and violently slashed at Wang Jialu.
