This person seemed unfazed, suddenly appearing, lightly pinching the blade with two fingers. Such strength, perhaps not even Gongyi Rou Yin could compare, maybe even stronger.
Fei Yang was already terrified at heart. This person gave him a suppressive feeling, making him feel like he couldn't resist, and the strength within him was trembling.
Master Fengyue was still in a daze.
That figure gently moved two fingers, the blade shattered and disappeared.
"Whoosh!"
With a finger's movement, the finger gently slid across.
The figure disappeared.
Fei Yang was knocked back entirely, standing in mid-air, while those masked men were all left dumbfounded.
"Splash—"
In less than three breaths, Fei Yang's neck spurted blood, as did those masked men. Their pupils scattered, all dead.
Not even their souls had the chance to escape.
Master Fengyue looked at the scene before her in horror. Who exactly was that person? And why did they help her?
