"Ah, ah, ah!!" Huang Xing'er covered her mutilated face in pain and spat out a mouthful of viscous venom at Liu Yingying in disbelief.
Liu Yingying was already prepared. She quickly jumped in front of Shen Yaowei.
"Miss Liu, I remember that you're also a wax figure." Shen Yaowei looked at Liu Yingying in confusion. She didn't sense any hostility from her.
"I'm indeed a wax man, but I can differentiate between good and evil." Liu Yingying's resentful eyes locked onto Huang Xing'er. As she spoke, her figure flashed, and she pounced in front of her, stabbing out with her sword again.
This time, Huang Xing'er pressed her hands tightly together and used her palms to block the falling longsword. She bent it forcefully.
Crack—
The long sword broke in the middle. With a thought, Huang Xing'er sent the long sword into Liu Yingying's heart.
