After all, from what Xia'er knew, Shen Fei was only a Beastmaster with an F-class talent. How could he possibly hold a candle to him?
Moreover, Xia'er had a trump card in his hand that could guarantee his victory.
Shen Fei nodded his head and agreed. "If that's the case, then come!" He wanted to see what this Xia'er was capable of.
"Hmph!" Seeing Shen Fei agree, Xia'er could not help but sneer,
"Don't worry, I'll make sure you're convinced of your loss later!"
After saying this, Xia'er leaped forward into the air, and stepped on a huge rock. Then, he directly charged at Shen Fei.
He waved the pitch-black dagger in his hand and ruthlessly stabbed it toward Shen Fei's head. Under Xia'er's control, the pitch-black blade sliced through the air, bringing with it a sharp killing intent as it slashed at Shen Fei's throat.
"Cheap tricks."
