"Trying to run?"
Qin An spoke with a hint of mockery.
The middle-aged monk, upon seeing this, frantically struggled, his entire body of True Qi surging, attempting to break free from Qin An's foot that was pinning him.
But before he could make a move, intense pain spread from his limbs, penetrating deep into his bones.
Blood splattered, scattering everywhere.
The middle-aged monk's limbs were severed, the cuts smooth and neat.
Qin An wiped the blood from his black knife onto the monk's robes: "Now it's safe."
The monk on the ground kept rolling, unable to die yet unable to survive.
Especially Qin An's icy voice made him tremble like a sieve.
Ye Lengshuang halted her steps.
She had noticed the monk attempting to escape, and was about to pursue when her vision blurred, and she saw Qin An act quicker than her, severing the monk's limbs.
The method was ruthless, his expression unchanged.
Ye Lengshuang raised an eyebrow, thinking to herself: "A ruthless character."
