The silver dagger cut through the void, enveloped in lightning. It was filled with a terrifyingly sharp destructive aura and shot toward Jiang Ming's head.
This was a magical tool that surpassed the Foundation Establishment Realm. It was a secret treasure that had been refined at a great cost. Even the geniuses of the major sects would not be able to block such an attack in the Foundation Establishment Realm.
However, Jiang Ming's eyes were calm. At this moment, he suddenly stretched out his hand, as if he was going to continue to use his body to resist the dagger.
"You don't know what's good for you. You're courting death!" Wu Fengming was seriously injured and kept coughing up blood. However, he had a cold smile on his face. Did he really think that he was invincible just because he was at the Foundation Establishment Realm of martial arts?