Immortal Weapon

Xia Fei and Clean Knife no longer concealed the killing intent within them, releasing their utmost fighting spirit which overwhelmed their surroundings.

What was surprising was that the seemingly overly refined Clean Knife was actually so intense that his killing intent did not lose to Xia Fei's; in fact, it could be considered even stronger by comparison.

Both parties stared at each other as they stood a dozen or so meters apart, neither acting rashly.

A true expert did not need to be overtly adversarial. This time of peace between the two might turn into bloodshed the next moment.

At the same time, Phantom was still frantically searching for the node. After all, this was Clean Knife's spatial plane, and fighting here was as good as Xia Fei digging himself deeper into said trap. It would hardly be beneficial for him at all.

"You're very strong." Clean Knife's cheeky smile was gone, his comment serious.