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Seeing Yao Ran's polite demeanor, the middle-aged woman leading the group raised her chin arrogantly. Pointing at Yao Ran, she declared, "No one is getting through this door today without my permission!"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Yao Ran drew her long sword and, with a swift motion, severed the woman's hand.

Slash! Thud!

The cold steel brushed past her hand, and the woman stood in stunned silence. Before she could fully process what had happened, a horrified scream erupted from behind her.

"Ah! Your–your hand!"

Following the terrified gaze, the woman looked down and saw her severed hand lying on the ground, blood pouring from her wrist.

Drip... drip... drip…

The next second, her face lost its color, and she fainted.

Thud!

Yao Ran flicked the blood off her long sword before sheathing it. Glancing at the other women, who were now ghostly pale, she said coldly, "Good dogs don't block the way. Get lost!"