Ye Wutian walked unhurriedly to the man at the Late Mysterious Realm Stage, pulled the dagger out from his chest, and wiped the blood on his clothes clean before he finally stood up and looked towards Bald Head.
"Bald Head, now you're the only one left. Are you going to run away, or will you come forward and meet your death?" Ye Wutian fiddled with the dagger in his hand, asking with a faint smile.
Bald Head looked extremely solemn. What he feared most right now was the dagger in his opponent's hand, as he had begun to suspect it was a treasured artifact.
For him, there seemed to be only the two options mentioned by his opponent: to turn and run away or to fight a desperate battle.
Judging from the way the other party had used his hidden weapon before, if he were to turn and run, exposing his back to the opponent, death was certain. In other words, the only chance to stay alive now was to defeat his opponent.