However, in the split second where life and death intersected, Gu Yuan’s previously rigid upper body suddenly swept out a perfect arc.
The silver needles gripped between his index and middle fingers shimmered with a cold light. Just as the third bandit poked his elbow out from the edge of his cover, the icy glint tore through the air.
Lan Yuexin felt the silver trajectory of the movement lingering on her retina; the flow of time seemed to have fallen into disarray.
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