"Kill them——"
The sounds of weapons clashing echoed back and forth as three groups of fighters entangled in battle.
"Lady Lan, you..." Ding Dang looked at Qin Erya in disbelief.
Initially, he had been pushed to a safe place. When he saw Qin Erya standing still alone, surrounded by flashes of swords and shadows of blades, Ding Dang stepped forward, intending to pull Qin Erya back, only to be stabbed by her directly.
The expression on Qin Erya's face, when she turned around, was sinister, a stark contrast to her usual gentleness!
Her palm clutched a sharp dagger, soaked with fresh blood. The blood formed a small stream on the back of her fair hand, continuously flowing down her wrist.
"Kill, kill them all!"
Qin Erya muttered to herself, mercilessly pulling out the dagger.
Tears formed in the corners of Ding Dang's eyes. He clutched his abdomen, staggered backward a few steps, then collapsed on the ground, never to rise again.
