At the critical moment, Tong Zhentian didn't have time to think. He quickly retracted his palms, tapped his toes on the ground, and swiftly shifted to the left. He was fast, but his opponent was not slow either. With a 'swish' sound, a blood-red wound appeared on Tong Zhentian's arm, and blood started to flow down, dripping onto the ground.
Right now, Tong Zhentian didn't care about the injury on his arm; his eyes were fixed on the black-clad assailant who had ambushed him.
Two black-clad men, two Heavenly List experts!
"You really hold me in high regard." Tong Zhentian sneered weakly and said, "It seems... you want me to leave my life here today."
"Attack!" With a light shout, two black-clad men attacked simultaneously from left and right, quickly closing in on Tong Zhentian.
