A moonless, wind-blasted night, made for murder and arson. The instant the longsword swung toward Muyin's neck, an extremely thin, blood-red shadow suddenly darted out from her sleeve. As nimble as a spirit snake, it hissed through the air and slashed toward her opponent.
The masked assassin was startled and leaped back in a frantic retreat. Fortunately, they retreated fast enough not to be pierced right through by that blood-red shadow.
That was a close call!
Chapter 57