Yang Chongwei sneered, raising the long knife in his hand again, the blade light like a ribbon, "Demon Sect devil, aiding the wicked, die for Laozi!"
At this very moment,
A figure like a ghost unexpectedly floated down from the nearby low rooftop, merging into the shadows of the alley with incredible speed.
Soundless and breathless, yet a suffocating aura of death seemed to sweep over.
Clang!
The sure kill knife strike of Yang Chongwei was unexpectedly caught by two thin, distinct fingers, just three inches above the head of the burly masked figure, unable to descend even a fraction more. The violent knife aura easily crumbled and dissipated within those fingers.
"You take Wu Meng and go first!"
The Heterodox Envoy repelled Yang Chongwei and commanded.
The sneer on Yang Chongwei's face vanished, replaced by a hint of fear, the Martial Arts Realms of the two were both Fourth Rank, closely matched.
