Thinking of this, he let out a furious roar, and the nine daggers in front of him instantly merged together, forming a golden shield. The shield wasn't big, about the size of a mirror, as it went to meet the cyan-black sword light that was coming.
Puff!
The sword light slashed, and the golden mirror split open and dispersed into nine daggers, falling down. But behind the golden mirror, the Sword Tool was suspended, obviously having exhausted its power with that strike.
Behind the daggers, Zhuo Yangxi's face relaxed. Although he had lost this set of daggers, he had managed to block the attack.
Next.
He would leave without any more hindrance, and as for these people, he would remember them; someday he would meet them outside the Cave Heaven and take revenge.
Especially...
Zhuo Yangxi looked at Han Yi, but saw that Han Yi's face was calm, as if he was looking at a dead person.
Dead person?
