The old woman bent her fingers and flicked towards the sword tip. Seeing the golden light flicker, she realized something was wrong and quickly retracted her hand to dodge.
But the sword light was so swift that she had no time to evade and had to brace herself to flick out.
She had already gathered all her strength in her finger.
"Hiss!"
The sword tip easily sliced through her fingers, all five severed from her hand.
The old woman suddenly let out a tragic scream.
Chu Zhiyuan was prepared, but the other eight City Guards were taken aback.
They never thought the arrogant old woman would scream so miserably.
They thought her heart was as hard as stone, cruel to others and to herself.
Chu Zhiyuan was unaffected by the scream as the sword tip continued to spin, sweeping towards her throat.
As the old woman screamed, her actions did not stop, leaning back to dodge.
She dared not catch the long sword with her hands again.
