Meeting his death

She pulled out the dagger swiftly and jumped forward. She stabbed him without any hesitation with the dagger that carried a fierce blade intent as a cold glint flashed by her eyes.

The Poison Venerable was about to adjust and stabilize his breath, but who would have thought that a killing intent would suddenly attack him at this time? His heart sank. He abruptly opened his eyes and was shocked when he saw Feng Jiu come to him with a dagger in her hand.

"It's impossible!"

He dodged the attack by instinct, but his opponent had already calculated that he would move backwards. She stabbed the dagger with all her strength, accurately into his heart. Only the swift sound of the blade was heard as it penetrated his body. He couldn't help but cry out in pain.

"Ughh!"

Blood oozed out from the corners of his mouth. Not only had he been stabbed at the fatal point, but his inner breath, which was still being adjusted, was now running amok inside his body.