"Whether we would die or not is something you no longer have the chance to find out. All you need to know now is that today is the day you die," Ye Wutian said coldly. As soon as he finished speaking, he flicked a silver needle, aiming straight for the heart of the man in black.
The man in black, with his sensitive movements, dodged to the side. Although he avoided the vital point, his left arm was pierced by the silver needle, leaving a bloodstained wound.
With gritted teeth, enduring the intense pain, the man in black picked up his dagger and lunged at Ye Wutian.
Before Ye Wutian could throw a second silver needle, the man in black had already charged at him with the dagger, the gleaming blade slashing towards Ye Wutian's throat.