The Ferocious Red-Clad Woman

The Red-Clad Woman was still smiling, but her lively eyes instantly filled with killing intent.

"What an insolent little junior. Let big sister teach you how to behave."

The moment she finished speaking, she turned into a streak of red, arriving in front of Yan Leiting almost instantly.

Under Yan Leiting's terrified gaze, her delicate jade-like hand was already reaching for his cheek.

With his speed, there was no way he could dodge.

"Teachers, save me..."

Before he even finished speaking, Yan Ren and Yan Spear had already stepped in front of Yan Leiting.

"Hee-luo-luo-luo..."

The Red-Clad Woman was blocked, but she did not get angry. Instead, she let out a strange laugh, lightly tapped the ground with both feet, and quickly retreated.

Wang Sheng's pupils, however, shrank to pinpoints in shock.

Because he saw a wound on Yan Leiting's face, so deep that bone was visible.

Yet there was not the slightest trace of blood, and Yan Leiting himself seemed not to have noticed it at all.

Clearly, it was because the Red-Clad Woman's speed was too fast, and the weapon she used to attack—or perhaps her martial soul—was too sharp. It had caused even the nerves in the human body to be a little too slow to react.

Such speed. Such a bizarre attack.

Wang Sheng could not help raising his head to glance at Yan Spear and Yan Ren, who stood between him and Yan Leiting.

Seeing that they had focused all their attention on the Red-Clad Woman, Wang Sheng understood.

They had not noticed either that even under their protection, Yan Leiting had still been wounded.

"Ah!"

A breath later, Yan Leiting's wound finally began to bleed, and the pain followed. In an instant, he let out a miserable scream, covered his face with both hands,