The male disciples of the Situ family looked at their junior sister, Situ Ruoling. Her face should have been angelic, but he shivered because her smile was sinister and cruel.
Bang bang bang...
The sound of continuous clashes ensued as Situ Chang launched relentless attacks. Suddenly, his eyes flashed. After one attack, his right hand flicked behind his waist, producing a dagger.
Holding the dagger, he swiftly slashed at Ling Shuiyao's fair cheek. The edge of the dagger was faintly shrouded in an icy mist.
Such a blade, when cutting open a wound, coupled with frostbite, could cause the wound to quickly become necrotic. Even with good medicine, it couldn't be restored, meaning it would disfigure.
Just as the blade was about to touch the fair skin, a hand flashed past, catching the sharp edge right in time.
