"Sis!" An'an, who had been staring at Su Yun, should be said to have reacted the fastest. Just as Su Yun's knife was about to stab Sheng Ning in the chest, she lunged forward and collided with Su Yun, causing the knife that was supposed to pierce the heart to deviate to the shoulder.
The sound of the knife tip entering flesh was clearly transmitted into the ears, but Sheng Ning didn't feel any pain. She stared at Su Yun, then fiercely slapped her.
Even though the action deepened the wound, spraying blood out, she was indifferent.
"You truly deserve to die,"
This slap left Su Yun blank-headed, awkwardly crashing into the wreaths. The mountain of wreaths toppled like dominoes, instantly turning the funeral hall into chaos.
And at the moment Su Yun fell, a gleaming knife brushed her scalp and pinned to the ground. The hard marble floor cracked with several lines, the tip of the knife standing upright along them.
