At the same time, a soft sigh echoed in his ear, and he didn't thrust the dagger down because his arm was grabbed by someone.
It was a creature a whole head taller than him, wearing a terrifying and bizarre warrior mask, clad in exotic-style armor, standing there like a wall.
And in the next second, Yang Xiao slowly turned around with his back to him, the Ghost Lantern in his hand flashed, and in the blink of an eye, the Space Technique of the Bone Fan was dispelled, and he appeared in front of Yang Xiao, still held by the tall samurai.
"Is this... a failure?"
Fu Qingzhu was momentarily bewildered, thinking that with his progress, he might have a chance to engage in a short tussle with Yang Xiao. This dagger was something even elders of the Southern Border Liu Family valued, and he himself... he was also...
