All these signs undoubtedly made Yang Tinghe extremely wary of Pei Xuanjing's strength.
Their exchange just now made him question whether he could kill the other.
"Aren't you going to make a move?" Pei Xuanjing was somewhat bored.
While he was interested in observing Yang Tinghe's methods, he was clear that his primary aim today was something else, and thus, his patience was scarce.
This attitude of his frustrated Yang Tinghe, stirring his anger.
Even though he admitted that he might not be a match for Pei Xuanjing, in his view, they were both powerful individuals of the same caliber.
However, Pei Xuanjing's words made him feel belittled, leading him to rage and strike out once more.
With a flick of his right wrist, a foot-long knife thin as a cicada wing with a blood-red glow began to circulate, emitting a chilling aura.
The Blood God Blade, a Ten Thousand-Forged Divine Weapon.
