Everyone was stunned.
No one had expected this seemingly elegant and delicate young woman to draw her sword with such crisp, ruthless efficiency!
DRIP.
Crimson blood dripped from the blade's edge, staining the ground with scarlet specks.
Ye Chutang's tone was languid and nonchalant.
"Since those hands of yours are useless anyway, I thought I'd lend you one. No need to thank me."
With that, she took another step forward.
"You use a sword, don't you?"
The man she was staring at hadn't taken her seriously at first, but after seeing her strike, his courage instantly shattered.
"N-no... don't!"
Life or death was one thing, but to be turned into a helpless cripple was the most terrible fate of all!
Ye Chutang lowered her gaze, and her sword rose and fell in a single motion!
SLASH—
"Ah!"
That man's tendons were severed just as easily.
Ye Chutang looked to the third man.
