C254 Powerful Suppression

Zhen Lichun seemed to have been petrified by the sight of those two knives, her words stumbling out, "You... you're nothing but a... a..."

"Hmm?"

Zhen Lichun fell silent.

With a clang, a flash of cold steel cut through the air, accompanied by the resonant hum of blades.

Lee Cangming drew his iron knife, casting a sidelong glance at Zhen Lichun as he scoffed