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Dugu Yamo, Feng Yiran, and Feng Sang couldn't stop any daggers, but they had tongues sharper than any blade!

Feng Xun was frustrated.

He was protecting these people, but they were accusing him now. How incredible!

He then deliberately missed a dagger.

Whoosh!

The dagger flew past him.

"Argh!" Feng Sang held her right arm and shrieked.

Feng Xun smirked. "I don't have the energy to quarrel with you now, but don't worry. I never take my revenge the second day if I can do it now."

He had just admitted that he had done it on purpose.

Feng Sang wanted to retort, but Feng Xun's threat scared her too much. She could only bite her lower lip and remain silent.

Feng Xun's plan worked.

Just then —

Whoosh —

The countless flying daggers all quietly fell to the floor and stopped moving.