"Clang!"
Pei Jinye's sword struck something hard, paused for only a moment, then smoothly sliced into it.
The figure that had lunged forward to block the strike was instantly forced to retreat.
"Scum of the Old Gods Association..."
Unexpectedly, another voice suddenly came from beside Pei Jinye.
The next second, an arm reached out.
Its fingers spread, and it clutched swiftly, the golden light shimmering below, the strength displayed seemingly capable of exploding Pei Jinye's midsection.
"Clang!"
Facing the premeditated sneak attack from the assailant, Pei Jinye's expression remained impassive as he ferociously lifted his sword upward.
A fierce wind lifted the cloaks of both men.
In an instant, they were close enough to see each other's "appearance".
"You!" Xu Tian's face paled in shock because the Ghost Face Mask that Pei Jinye was wearing made him think of someone who should be dead.
