"You brat, do you think you can act like a tyrant in front of me just because you have a middle-grade spiritual weapon?" Leng Chenfeng held the short dagger in his hand and moved it inch by inch towards Beiting Huang's neck. The bloodthirsty glint in his eyes intensified and burst out with a sinister cold light, as if he wanted to kill Beiting Huang with his eyes.
Even if he won this battle, in everyone's eyes, he had already lost.
As his heel slipped on the ground, Beiting Huang's body flashed past Leng Chenfeng at an unbelievable angle. Leng Chenfeng never expected Beiting Huang to be so fast. His short dagger chased after Beiting Huang.
Leng Chenfeng was fast, but Beiting Huang was even faster. Red flames danced in her dark eyes. Her fighting spirit had already appeared in an unbelievable way in her eyes. She had been waiting for this moment!
