Heavy Responsibility

The moment he heard the sound, Ye Qingxuan's expression changed. The dagger in his remaining leg armor popped out from his movement. The blade was strangely twisted like a snake. It tore through the wind and left a chilling metallic light in its path. Finally, it landed in his hands and spun, stabbing into the front. The movement was crisp and practiced. Ye Qingxuan used up all his remaining strength to be extremely fast.

It was only one moment.

When the dagger pierced through someone's body and came out the other end, there was no sound. There was no feeling as if he had pierced thin air. But he had not missed.

"Young man, brashness is poison." The stabbed man shook his head and sighed. "It's even more poisonous than so-called 'bravery'." He reached out, grasping Ye Qingxuan's wrist, and pushed it out. It was not strong but it was filled with a stability that could not be defied. He gradually pulled the dagger out.

It fell onto the floor with a clink.