Die!
The moment Jian Bufan's voice faded, a cold voice suddenly echoed by Ye Wushuang's ear. Immediately after, a cold glint flashed from behind, aiming to assassinate him in the back.
A chill ran down Ye Wushuang's spine. He reacted instantly, shifting his body to the right.
SHOO!
Suddenly, a sinister, cold light grazed past his left cheek, sending a few strands of black hair drifting down. It had missed slitting his throat by mere inches—a truly close call!
"Xiaoshuang!"
"Brother Ye!"
Seeing this, Ye Rou and Yang Qing'er clenched their delicate fists, their expressions tense as they watched Ye Wushuang.
Seizing the opportunity, Ye Wushuang activated Floating Light and Shadow, vanishing like a flash of lightning.
The onlookers were shocked. They never knew Bai Sen possessed such a technique. It was terrifying.
However, they were also secretly delighted. If Bai Sen had such a strange attack, Ye Wushuang was finished. There was no doubt about it!
