That deadly cold light was not anything else but a soft sword sliding out from the wide sleeves of his ceremonial robe! The sword was as thin as a cicada's wing, and the entire length of the blade was laced with a deep blue glow, clearly indicating it was venomous! At this moment, infused with his Inner Strength, it stretched taut, transforming into a deathly streak slicing through the air, aimed directly at the unguarded back of Qin Qingluo!
"Prin---ce---!" Guards shouted as they broke through the crowd, yet they were still far away.
The reaction of Qin Qingluo was extraordinary; she did not turn her head, as if there were eyes on her back. At the very moment the angry shout rang out, her descending step forcibly glued to the spot, her body pivoting in a minute angle against logic.
Screech--!
The venomous soft sword grazed past her Python Robe!
With an unchanged expression, Qin Qingluo struck horizontally with her fist.
Bam!
