Jiang Que felt a sharp pain in her shoulder, as if being burned by fierce flames.
The Mystical Steel Eagle Claw slashed across her shoulder ruthlessly, leaving five deep blood marks visible to the bone.
The flesh instantly became a blur of blood and flesh.
The girl staggered back, her skirt sweeping across the ground soaked in blood, dragging a winding bloodstain on the stone slab.
She coldly stared at the mysterious masked man, holding back the pain without crying out.
"You are somewhat stronger than I was at your age."
The mysterious man released the curved blade, his voice vibrating with a metallic tremor under the gilt mask, "When I was your age, I couldn't help but cry out even if just a bit of my skin was broken."
"Then you were weak."
Jiang Que glanced at the wound on her shoulder and mocked.
At this moment, the stone cave suddenly exploded into a mist of blood.
