The old woman curled her fingers. Just as she flicked them toward the sword tip, she saw golden light flash and realized something was wrong. She hurriedly withdrew her hand to dodge.
But the sword light was too fast, allowing her no room to evade. She could only grit her teeth and flick her fingers out.
She had already gathered all the strength in her body into her fingertips.
"Hiss!"
The sword tip easily sliced through her fingers, severing all five from her palm.
The old woman suddenly let out a miserable shriek.
Chu Zhiyuan had been prepared, but the other eight City Guards were badly startled.
They had never imagined that the arrogant old woman would scream so miserably.
They had thought her heart was as hard as iron and stone—that she was ruthless toward others and equally ruthless toward herself.
Unaffected by her scream, Chu Zhiyuan rotated his sword tip and swept it toward her throat.
Even as she screamed, the old woman did not stop moving. She arched backward to evade.
She no longer dared to use her hands to catch the sword.
Her palms, hard as iron and stone, and her fingers, capable of blocking treasured swords, could not withstand the Shadowless Divine Sword.
The eight City Guards understood best just how hard her palms and fingers were.
Their long blades were like bolts of silk, snow-bright and chilling, capable of cutting iron like mud, yet they could not sever her slender palms or delicate fingers.
Yet Chu Zhiyuan had effortlessly cut off her fingers. Was it because of that golden light?
Or had he cultivated some extraordinary divine art?
They did not know Chu Zhiyuan's identity. Seeing him attack the old woman, they judged him a friend rather than a foe.
This old woman was