"Swish..."
As Chen Mo opened the guest room door, a longsword suddenly unsheathed, its blade pressing directly against his neck, a glint of cold light flashed in his eyes.
"Clang!"
Chen Mo instantly struck out, his two fingers flicked fiercely on the sword's blade, making a crisp sound, and the longsword bent backwards sharply, then ricocheted out of the attacker's hand, falling to the ground.
Jiang Ruoqing's eyes narrowed sharply; even though she was still injured, the fact that such a surprise assassination was so forcefully thwarted by him left her astonished at his strength.
For martial artists, victory or defeat is often determined in a moment.
As she prepared to strike again, her neck was clutched by a large hand, and her entire body was lifted up single-handedly, her feet leaving the ground.
Jiang Ruoqing's slightly pale face turned red in an instant.
At this moment, she could clearly see the person grasping her neck.
