After a few seconds of staring, Ling Lie charged towards Liu Yang, he took out a dagger with a thin blade and ran at great speed. The blade looked ordinary, but there was a dark aura emanating from it, the handle was made of sharp white bones. When Ling Lie held it tightly, his hand was pierced by thorns and blood began to flow.
Liu Yang stood in the same place doing nothing as he saw Ling Lie charging toward him with a distorted face as if certain of his victory.
The blade pierced the clothing and entered the chest of Liu Yang, pushing harder, the blade pierced his heart.
