"Master!"
Just at this moment, Uncle Qin, who had crashed into the wall, emerged with a long sword in his hand, only to witness Zhao Jing's body being pierced through. He cried out in shock.
"Hmph!"
Zhao Jing grunted, saying, "Wutong, do you really think I pose no threat to you at all?"
After speaking, Zhao Jing flipped his hand. Somehow, little knives appeared in his grasp.
He endured the intense pain in his chest, channeling Inner Strength as powerful power surged forth.
Swish! Swish! Swish!
No fewer than five knives shot out, swift as a meteor, cutting through the air.
"As expected,"
Bai Ziyue mused inwardly. However, there was no trace of panic on his face. As spiritual power surged, a light flickered across the black little shield.
Because the attack was blind, Zhao Jing couldn't detect Bai Ziyue's combat position at all. Thus, only one of the five knives actually shot close to Bai Ziyue.
Bang!
