Just passed.
Then I saw.
Cheng Fengxiao was punched in the back by another black-clothed man, sending him flying. The black-clothed man, gaining an advantage, wouldn't relent, advanced quickly, and pursued fiercely, intending to strike again!
He intended to kill Cheng Fengxiao!
"Hey!"
"Watch out for the flying knives!"
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
Yan Chuan unleashed a barrage of flying knives with both hands, halting the pursuer's chase.
"Huh?"
"You're here?"
"Where is he then?"
The man's voice was hoarse. Seeing Yan Chuan arriving alive for support, with hawk-like eyes, he noticed the fresh blood on the floral spear's red tassel in Yan Chuan's hand: "You!"
He was startled!
"Not good!"
No longer pursuing Cheng Fengxiao, he weaved left and right to dodge Yan Chuan's flying knives, turned around, and with rapid steps, attempted to flee!
"Where do you think you're going!"
"Watch out for the flying knives!"
