C574 Chapter 574

The daggers split—one became two, two became four. Four became eight, eight became countless, catching everyone off guard.

Boom!

Out of nowhere, the onrushing daggers slammed into a transparent wall and stopped cold.

Moh Yao whipped her wolf-hair brush through the air. Beneath her long lashes, eyes redder and brighter than the sun iced over—so cold it hurt to look at her