No sooner had the words left her mouth than a piercing sound of something cutting through the air came, and a whip with sharp barbs was viciously lashed out, speeding towards An Yiqing's face in the thick of the night.
If she couldn't dodge this whip, An Yiqing's face would definitely be ruined!
With eyes narrowed, An Yiqing bent her body agilely and deftly evaded the whip's attack. Not holding back any longer, she reached out her arm to quickly grab the whip, and with her feet tracing a mysterious pattern, the masked woman's fiery-red whip somehow fell into An Yiqing's hands without notice!
Shock flashed through the masked woman's heart as she rushed forward to snatch it back; however, An Yiqing seemed to have oiled her feet and maintained the distance of just a meter, making her impossible to catch!
What kind of move is this? The masked woman cursed inwardly.