This was becoming terrifying.
Mu Qingli, with one hand, threw a pebble while attacking Xiaojing with the other.
By this time, Xiaojing had already shed her usual disguise and quickly pulled out the third dagger from her waistband, shooting it forward with a lightning-fast movement.
The dagger was aimed directly at Wen Lan.
Just as the dagger was a mere 0.01 meters away from Wen Lan's forehead, Bai Huashang suddenly rushed over from the side, quickly pulling Wen Lan away, but the dagger brushed past Bai Huashang's arm.
"Shoo."
Instantly, the scent of blood filled the air.
The dagger left a deep gash on Bai Huashang's arm that exposed the bone—gruesome and terrifying.
All around, gasps filled the air.
"Huashang!" Wen Lan's voice trembled when she spoke.
If not for Bai Huashang just now, she would have already become a soul under the knife.
This was truly terrifying!
"Huashang, are you alright?"