"I gave you face, didn't kill him!"
Xiao Mei sheathed her sword, turned around, and softly said to Bai Xiaofan.
Silence!
A deathly stillness!
Jiang Hai and Jiang He, among others, were dumbstruck.
Incredulously, they watched the scene unfold before their eyes.
Especially at the sight of Fei Li's sword wound on his left rib, bleeding profusely, their eyes as wide as if they had seen the apocalypse.
Drip!
Drip, drip, drip!
Drops of fresh blood fell to the floor.
The clear sound reached everyone's ears in the hall!
It was only after a long while that everyone recovered from their shock.
Fei Li was the seventeenth-ranked expert on the international assassins' power ranking, and yet he had been so neatly and decisively wounded by a woman with a single sword strike!
Moreover, from what the other party said, this was the result of her showing restraint.
It was unimaginable to think what Fei Li's fate would have been if Xiao Mei hadn't shown mercy.
Would he have died?