At the critical moment, Qin Zhao swiftly sidestepped, but the sharp dagger still slashed through the skin on her shoulder, soaking her white shirt in blood.
Reversing her hand, Qin Zhao landed a palm strike on Fang Shufu's dantian, her overpowering Spiritual Power utterly destroyed it.
"Ah!"
The middle-aged man flew backwards, spitting out fresh blood.
"Zhaozhao!"
Chu Yan's voice came from afar. Qin Zhao froze for a moment—what was this bastard doing here?
Just as Qin Zhao wondered if she was hallucinating, she turned toward the direction of the sound. On the ground, Fang Shufu squeezed out the blood from his heart and launched a deadly strike at Qin Zhao with the remaining Spiritual Power.
With a loud bang,
Before Fang Shufu could get close to Qin Zhao, a long leg kicked him away.
Chu Yan, still shaken, shielded Qin Zhao behind him. His cold Phoenix Eyes were incredibly dim, the corners tinged with red, as if some horrific darkness was churning within.
