A fan was about to smash down on a person's head.
Bam.
The sound of Lü Leren's bone fan slicing through the air collided with the sword edge, producing a violent buzzing sound, as the Green Grain Flying Sword steadied its intensely trembling blade.
Upon seeing this, Chen Yi first slightly narrowed his eyes, then said with a hint of a smile: "Manager Lü seems a bit impatient."
Lü Leren's face was no longer courteous, instead full of viciousness,
He tapped his feet and retreated several steps, and the shadows behind the screen started gathering more intensely, as if something was about to burst out. He Taixiong stepped forward, raised his knife, and went after him, while Lü Leren, with a flick of his wrist, threw the bone fan. Sparks exploded, He Taixiong's wrist instantly ruptured, blood trickled down the blade guard, yet he suddenly twisted his waist while retreating half a step, his left leg sweeping toward the opponent's knee like a steel whip.
