Both those men had all four of their legs severed as well!
Zuo Xiaonian drifted back to the ground without stirring a speck of dust. She extended her delicate hand and jade-white arm, the thin blade gleaming beneath the moonlight. Its radiance flowed silently like water under the moon, without so much as a trace of blood upon it.
"What a fine sword! It really does deserve to be called the sharpest in the world!"
With that praise, Zuo Xiaonian handed the keen sword back to Zuo Xiaoduo.
The sword Zuo Xiaonian had just used was none other than Zuo Xiaoduo's.
Yes, the Spirit Cat Sword!
As for her own Spirit-Seizing Sword, her parents were using it as an air conditioner back home, so naturally, she did not have it with her.
Zuo Xiaoduo had handed his sword over to her before they made their move.
"Why spare their lives?"
Zuo Xiaonian narrowed her eyes. The killing aura from her attack had yet to dissipate, leaving her looking valiant, exquisitely beautiful, and coldly aloof.
Zuo Xiaoduo stared, momentarily spellbound. Only after a pause did he take his sword back and chuckle. "I read their faces, you know. Now that my predictions have come true, naturally, I have to make them concede wholeheartedly and admit I was right. Only then will it be complete."
Unable to maintain her ladylike composure, Zuo Xiaonian rolled her eyes.
"This is what you call fortune-telling?" Zuo Xiaonian's face was full of disbelief.
"Who couldn't tell fortunes like that? Even I could do it!"
Zuo Xiaonian found Zuo Xiaoduo's theory utterly bizarre. She even wondered whether something had gone wrong with this little Doggo's brain.
Reading the faces of enemies you're bound to fight?
*Then telling them their lives are in danger and a bloody calamity