He was already a Half-Step True Martial master; over the years, no one had ever dared to speak to him like this.
This guy is simply courting death.
He gathered all his Qi-Blood and stared intently at Yang Fei.
The Immortal Race excels in speed; if he strikes with full power, there might still be a chance for a one-hit kill.
At this moment, a splash of blood suddenly erupted from the back of the Immortal Race strongman.
Two faint human shadows flickered momentarily and then vanished.
Everyone saw the flash of cold light and the dazzling blade light that bloomed forth.
The Immortal Race strongman staggered forward awkwardly.
Immediately afterward, he felt a chill on his throat.
A gleaming knife suddenly appeared in the void, pressed against his throat.
A figure gradually transformed from a transparent shadow to a solid form, the dagger in hand always pressed against the throat of the Immortal Race strongman.
