The silver needle was about to penetrate Feng Yexuan's body.
Yet Feng Yexuan acted as if he had eyes on the back of his head, simply flicking his sleeve gently, and several silver needles were instantly sent flying away.
Xiaoyao was stunned!
That's right! She had forgotten that she was now facing Yexuan, the omnipotent Prince, who could travel through heaven and earth.
How could the Prince possibly get hurt!
She actually feared her silver needles would wound him. Was she crazy?
"What are you trying to do?" Seeing Feng Yexuan walk up to Ye Qingying, his hand raising the short knife, Xiaoyao was terrified.
"Don't!"
But, with a hiss, Feng Yexuan's knife came down.
Ye Qingying, who had just stood up, suddenly had a gash open up on his chest.
Blood gushed out fiercely, instantly staining the front of his clothes red.
The sight was so horrifying!
Xiaoyao felt her soul nearly fly away!
"Don't! Don't hurt him! Master!"
She rushed over and embraced Ye Qingying as he fell.