"It was you who doomed them." Wen Jiu’s eyes were bloodshot. With a dagger in her hand, she kicked a fallen blade on the ground, sending it hurtling toward the man’s vital point. A man in black rushed over to block the strike, pulling the man away to bandage his wounds. He refused to leave, but one of his men stepped forward and said, "Young Master, let me disobey you this once. I can’t listen to you anymore. Let me kill her!"
"Oh? Just you lot?" At this moment, Wen Jiu’s rage had reached its peak. With every flick of her dagger, she reaped another life.
Her face mask was so soaked in blood that it lost its grip and fell away, revealing her peerless beauty. Yet, her exquisite face remained devoid of expression, as if she were nothing more than a ruthless assassin.
Chapter 321