Watching Ye Wushuang charge at her, a hint of panic flashed in the woman's eyes, followed by a flicker of grim resolve.
"Lecher, I won't let you have your way!"
The woman roared with grief and fury. Her hand shot up in a flash of cold light as a sinister dagger plunged toward her own neck.
"You wish to die?"
Ye Wushuang snorted, his golden palm striking out like lightning.
But in that same instant, the dagger that had been aimed at her neck suddenly changed its trajectory, lunging straight for Ye Wushuang.
So the woman hadn't been trying to kill herself. It was a Blinding Technique meant to deceive Ye Wushuang!
'This woman is "clever," isn't she?'
Ye Wushuang's eyes narrowed. He watched the dagger come at him but didn't pull back his hand.
His golden palm streaked through the air like a ray of light. He spread two fingers, then snapped them shut in an instant, catching the dagger in a viselike grip.
Seeing this, the woman's eyes widened in utter astonishment.
