Xu Xingguang's expression was murderous, "Zhang Zhiyi, harming innocent children, you truly deserve to die!"
"Do you want to kill me?" Zhang Zhiyi stared at the long sword in Xu Xingguang's hand, reminding her, "I can use spiritual power to control metal weapons, your sword can't hurt me."
Xu Xingguang sneered contemptuously and thrust her right hand forward, the iron-slicing sword turned into a haze, slashing toward Zhang Zhiyi's right arm.
Zhang Zhiyi focused intently on the sword, using her spiritual power to manipulate it to break apart.
But the sword was unexpectedly beyond her control!
Thunk!
Bright red blood splattered on the walls of the ward and the white curtains, some even splashed onto Xu Xingguang's face.
With blood staining her snow-white skin, she seemed almost demonic.
