"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
The black-clad assassins lunged at Li Qingmu, their long knives gleaming a heart-palpitating cold light, especially the blade, incredibly sharp. The powerful force combined with the blade was enough to cleave a person in two!
Yet, in the face of this chilling light, the former Li Qingmu would surely have been flustered, but now, after his journey to Daliang, he was no longer the same.
"Swish!"
His figure shifted, disappearing from the spot at a speed undetectable to the naked eye. The black-clad assassins missed their target, each showing a look of shock.
What exactly just happened? Why did Li Qingmu, who was clearly standing here, suddenly vanish?
Were their eyes deceiving them?
While these men were baffled, Li Qingmu suddenly appeared behind them, raising his hand to unleash a powerful palm force.
"Spurt! Spurt! Spurt!"
