That person was a master martial artist. A Seventh-Rank Great Grandmaster.
He must be a ruthless character skilled in assassination. He's probably hiding in the darkness, waiting for me to reveal an opening. Then he'll seize the opportunity to strike.
A hint of a smile touched Yang Qi's lips.
An opening? You want an opening? I'll give you one!
He suddenly lunged with his sword, blocking the dagger aimed at Lei Yingying. In that instant, his guard was wide open. A figure emerged from the darkness, and then a dagger stabbed toward the center of his back—precise, steady, and ruthless!
Yang Qi could even feel the exact distance between the dagger and his back.
The fish has taken the bait!
Yang Qi smirked, and his free left hand gave a subtle flick.
The Martial Artist behind him suddenly froze, finding himself caught in a razor-sharp metal web. Not only was he unable to move, but he had the distinct feeling that the slightest twitch would slice his body to pieces.
