A cold gleam flashed, blood splattered, and Yan Feishuang acted as if nothing had happened. She neither exchanged any glances with Ye Tianfan nor lingered at all, continuing to walk gracefully towards other counters.
"Plop!"
The woman felt something sticky on her face, and the next second, the entire skin of her face slid to the ground, leaving behind nothing but blurred flesh and blood.
"Hiss!"
Everyone gasped, especially the general manager in charge of this floor, who was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth, his knees went weak, and he fell to the ground, vomiting in disgust.
Yan Feishuang's blade was unbelievably fast! So fast that it was painless! So fast that nobody could perceive how it all happened!
"Ah..."
The harrowing scream was delayed by several seconds, not out of pain but sheer terror, as the woman glimpsed herself in the mirror and saw her own face, a mass of blood and flesh! At the instant the scream erupted, the woman fainted from fright.
