"Who the hell are you?"
Even a fool would realize they had stumbled into serious trouble.
Xia Tingfeng couldn't be bothered to waste any more words on him.
The dagger, shimmering with silver light, traced a beautiful arc through the air. With the force of splitting bamboo and the speed of lightning, his dagger rose and fell, each slash whistling fiercely through the air.
The sharp dagger repeatedly slashed at Fan Changsheng's vital spots.
He scrambled to flee, raising his sword to block.
But Xia Tingfeng's dagger attacks were as swift as lightning and as relentless as a storm. His offense and defense were impeccable, each move deadly.
Fan Changsheng was forced to retreat step by step until he was cornered, barely able to defend himself.
To have survived this long against Xia Tingfeng, Fan Changsheng was clearly not entirely incompetent.
Backed into a corner with no way to retreat, defeat and capture seemed imminent.
Just then, a troop of soldiers burst through the door.
