Cold light burst forth!
Nanli's gaze sharpened as she exerted all her strength, tightly grabbing hold of the blade!
The blade cut into her flesh, blood instantly soaking her palm, dripping down like beads without end.
Xuanyuan Cang hadn't expected her to react this way. He paused slightly, then sneered, "You truly love him to the bone, to be able to endure this much."
The sinister aura along the blade merged with her blood, surging into her body, about to corrode her soul!
Seeing Nanli in unbearable pain, her small face contorted with wrinkles, Xuanyuan Cang became even more excited, his eyes gleaming with anticipation. He didn't rush to pull out the blade.
Nanli's hand throbbed with pain, the sinister aura corroding her soul. It felt as if her soul was about to split apart. She gritted her teeth, enduring the agony.
At this moment, there was only one thought in her mind: this sword must not fall on Ye Siheng!