Brother Zhang stared in astonishment at the seemingly unbothered little girl in front of him.

Before his eyes, like magic, she pulled out a crimson-glowing Tang sword from thin air and held it in her hand.

For someone so small to wield such a heavy blade, it should have been strenuous.

But there was no sign of struggle at all!

Brother Zhang had a gut feeling—this little girl wasn’t someone to be trifled with.

There was a dangerous aura emanating from her, a kind of killing intent he knew all too well.

This porcelain doll-like girl had likely killed before—perhaps more than once.

The dagger he had just pulled from Lin Hao’s body still dripped with blood, which he spun in his hand, his expression growing increasingly serious.

He took a sudden, powerful step forward, his muscles bulging, and launched a probing kick.

But the flash of Sasha’s crimson blade forced him to retreat instantly.

So fast! So dangerous!

Brother Zhang leapt backward in shock. The crimson blade had sliced his pants, leaving a tear.

Though he narrowly dodged it, the cool air brushing against his leg made him shudder.

What would have happened if that blade had connected?

His probing kick was supposed to be a feint, meant to lure Sasha into striking prematurely so he could close the distance and negate her range advantage.

But it was clear he had failed—catastrophically so.

Damn it, he cursed inwardly.

He was a seasoned veteran, a retired mercenary. Even though he was older now, how could he be losing to a little girl?

Sasha frowned slightly.

Her physical strength was still too lacking. That slash should have hit him, but it had only cut his pants.

But there wouldn’t be a next time.

She shifted her grip, holding the Tang sword with both hands now. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath.

When she exhaled, her eyes snapped open again!

With a sudden twist of the hilt, Sasha advanced at a speed too fast for the eye to follow, becoming a crimson blur.

Brother Zhang’s pupils shrank—she was even faster than before!

Was she not even going all out earlier?

“Shing!”

The Tang sword cut through the air with a shriek, moving at an almost impossible speed.

Brother Zhang, terrified, frantically swung his military dagger to block the strike.

“Clang!”

The sound of metal echoed through the room as half of the dagger clattered to the floor.

His eyes nearly popped out of his head.

That military dagger had been a farewell gift from his former commander, crafted at great expense.

And it had been cleanly sliced in half by Sasha’s crimson sword!

What kind of weapon was this?

And who on earth was this little girl in the frilly dress?

Brother Zhang’s mind raced as he staggered backward.

Unfortunately, Sasha was faster.

After breaking his weapon with her first slash, she stepped onto a nearby sofa for leverage, twisting her body to unleash a second, lethal strike.

The movement was fluid and seamless, executed in the blink of an eye.

Brother Zhang thought he had dodged.

But then he noticed his vision tilting backward.

He fell to the floor, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw half of his lower body still standing upright.

Blood erupted like a fountain, some even splattering onto his own face.

Bathed in the spray of blood, Sasha looked like a grim reaper, her expression cold as she held her blade.

She simply stood there, silently watching.

Brother Zhang’s vision faded to black as he lost consciousness.

This sword was even sharper than Sasha had imagined.

With her strength, she shouldn’t have been able to cut through the body of a full-grown man.

Yet when the blade met Brother Zhang’s body, his muscles, organs, and bones melted away like snow under the sun.

There was no resistance—he was cleanly bisected!

On the ground, Lin Hao, writhing in pain, finally opened his tightly shut eyes as blood splashed onto him.

He had assumed Sasha was done for.

But when he opened his eyes, the sight before him shocked him to his core.

He even closed his eyes and opened them again, thinking he might be dreaming:

The towering, muscle-bound, retired mercenary Brother Zhang was now reduced to half a body, the other half lying on the floor.

He had been cleanly cut in two by Sasha.

The sight was so overwhelming that Lin Hao’s mind nearly stopped working.

What kind of terrifying little girl had he brought home?

Sasha flicked her wrist, spinning the hilt of her sword before releasing it.

The crimson blade spun rapidly in midair, flinging off any remaining blood in a technique she often used to clean her weapon.

But as she caught the hilt again, Sasha’s expression turned puzzled.

No blood had been flung off.

The blade, once coated in blood, was now spotless, as if it had absorbed every last drop.

The crimson blade seemed darker now, faintly shimmering as it pulsed with a subtle glow, almost imperceptible unless closely observed.

This sword was… unusual.

Sasha felt a wave of heat emanating from the hilt, coursing into her body.

Her entire being felt hot, her body trembling with an inexplicable excitement.

She vaguely heard countless voices roaring in her ears:

“More… more… MORE!”

Sasha immediately understood—this sword craved blood.

It was downright sinister.

There had to be more to this crimson blade than what the system had described.

From Lin Hao’s perspective, Sasha’s amber eyes had turned a faint, dark red, replacing her usual calm and cold demeanor.

It was a strange, eerie, and yet strikingly beautiful sight.

Everything had happened too quickly.

The three henchmen in the kitchen had just heard the commotion and rushed out to investigate.

But when they arrived, they were greeted by the sight of their boss’s "half" body lying lifeless on the floor.

Fear gripped them.

Who—or what—was this little girl with her back turned to them, who had so easily taken down their boss?

Despite their terror, retreat was not an option.

Two of them picked up their weapons, shouting as they charged at Sasha.

“For the boss!”

“I’ll kill you!”

The third, however, was trembling, his face pale as he slowly backed away.

Sasha let go of her sword, allowing it to vanish into her system space.

She had already tested it. There was no need to be honorable in the upcoming fight.

Turning gracefully, she raised her hand. A silver wrist crossbow materialized from her sleeve, her pale arm extending outward.

“Thunk! Thunk!”

Two quick bolts struck the charging henchmen squarely in the forehead, killing them instantly.

They collapsed lifelessly to the floor.

The trembling man, now near a bedroom door, was paralyzed with fear as he saw his companions drop dead.

He collapsed onto the ground, the scent of urine wafting in the air.

Sasha, unhurried, approached the fallen henchmen and nudged their corpses with her foot.

She deftly retrieved the bolts from their foreheads.

Suddenly, a blood-curdling scream erupted!

A decaying hand shot out from the bedroom, dragging the terrified man inside.

“Ahhh!!! No… Ughhh…”

The sound of tearing flesh and crunching bones filled the room as blood began seeping out from under the door.