"You dare, wench!" Wan Zhen roared, swinging his palm towards Xiao Yan's head.
At this critical moment, Xiao Yan, disregarding her own safety, suddenly twisted the dagger hilt, violently stirring it inside Wan Zhen's abdomen.
Only then did Xiao Yan quickly retreat backward.
But even so, the palm's force still affected Xiao Yan, and her face turned ashen.
Yet despite this, Xiao Yan's eyes remained filled with a sense of satisfaction.
Because the injury Wan Zhen suffered was far worse than hers.
The stirring just now severed many of his vital organs inside the abdomen.
This could be seen from the dark, blackish blood flowing from the wound.
Wan Zhen did not dare pull out the dagger, as that would only cause the blood loss to accelerate.
He glared at Xiao Yan with uncontrollable rage, "Wench, you actually colluded with outsiders to betray your master and ancestors?"
"Pfft, what kind of master are you?" Xiao Yan spat fiercely, her face full of resentment and malice.
