In front of the stage, Yi Long, Mad Blade, Li Shun, and Fan Yi gathered around Yang Fei.
Mad Blade found a roll of bandages and helped Yang Fei wrap his shoulder wound.
He cursed under his breath, "I finally know why every time we cross hands, I get brutally thrashed."
"There's only one reason, you're damn shameless."
Yang Fei chuckled, rolling his eyes straight at Mad Blade.
"I think what you just said makes perfect sense, it's like a fart."
At this moment, a fierce and piercing killing intent silently invaded them.
Yang Fei shuddered, and the hairs on his body stood up one by one.
A real master had arrived.
Huang Da!
Not only did Yang Fei feel the piercing killing intent, like a blazing fire raging with battle will.
Even Li Shun, Mad Blade, and Fan Yi stood on guard at the same time, their hair standing on end.
From the sleeve of Fan Yi's robe, Little Knife made a "ding" sound, emitting the ring of metal on metal.