Red blood splashed onto Ye Qianning's small face, but she didn't pause. She spun around, grabbed Zhan Chi's hand, and yanked him from the longsword before he could even react.
She let go, and Zhan Chi stumbled forward from the momentum. Without even a glance, she lunged at the still-shocked man in black and seized his wrist.
It all happened too fast. The man in black only snapped out of his daze when she gripped his wrist. He tried to pull his hand back but found he couldn't move it an inch. Lowering his gaze, he met a pair of pitch-black eyes brimming with killing intent.
His heart leaped. 'Such powerful killing intent.'
The man in black quickly reached with his other hand, trying to grab his longsword.
Still gripping his wrist, Ye Qianning moved a step faster, knocking the longsword away. She leaped up, her body a blur as she moved from his waist to his neck, engaging in close-quarters combat.
