55 Flames of Fury

"There's no need to wait for Gerian to come back. I can deal with it on my own." Lin Li, who was undoubtedly dead in the eyes of everyone, turned over and stood up from the carpet.

"What I detest the most is someone sneaking in an attack from behind." Lin Li's eyes were fixed on Bathrilor, but on his hand he had already produced a handprint. Not waiting for the flustered Bathrilor to grasp what was going on, a shot of wind blade came whistling out. "Because I myself like to do it!"

Bathrilor could not understand at all how this person came to still be alive. Unfortunately, there wasn't time for him to ponder. Lin Li lifted his right hand and the wind blade raked over his hand. A "tchh" sound was heard and Bathrilor felt his hand tingle at once.