Watching the shimmering blade light about to slice through Yang Fei's vital throat,
this guy seemed petrified with fear, motionless.
"Brother Yang Fei, dodge quickly!"
Li Shun's heart nearly leaped from his chest as he cried out loudly.
The next second, Yang Fei's figure indeed moved.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yang Fei's body slightly shook and then abruptly disappeared.
The next instant, he appeared behind Qiu Yidao.
The club in his hand made a dull whooshing sound as it smashed towards Qiu Yidao's occiput.
No one could see Yang Fei's figure clearly.
Nor did they know how he had circled to Qiu Yidao's back.
Not even Qiu Yidao himself knew.
It was as though Yang Fei had always been standing there, never having moved at all.
Qiu Yidao roared and the blade flicked back.
His blade, from the most improbable angle under the armpit, stabbed towards his back.
Bang!
A dull sound, the club in Yang Fei's hand still hit precisely on Qiu Yidao's occiput.