Everyone's hearts sank heavily at the scene. Just as Su Chaoyang was about to seize this critical moment to rush forward, Wu Meiting suddenly jumped down again, pressing the knife under Mu Xiangwan's neck.
"Come on, try coming at me again! I don't want to live anyway. If you want her to die right now, go ahead and rush over! Let's see whose speed is faster—your skills or my knife!" Wu Meiting's hair flew wildly as she clutched Mu Xiangwan's hair, forcing her face upward, chin lifted. With her other hand, she wielded the knife and waved it around her neck.
Delicate skin was no match for a sharp blade. A thin cut appeared on Mu Xiangwan's neck, and bright red blood began to slowly ooze from the wound, shocking everyone who saw it.
Su Chaoyang gritted his teeth, eyes blazing, and after a moment of struggle, he reluctantly stepped back again.
