The icy dagger slid across his delicate, sensitive throat, and Wang Jianwen felt like he had just been pulled out of water, trembling uncontrollably, his face ashen, sweat pouring down his forehead in streams.
Thank goodness, he was still alive. Wang Jianwen couldn't help feeling relieved.
But who had saved him?
Seeing that the target hadn't been killed, the man in black mechanically stepped towards Wang Jianwen. He no longer used a knife, but instead channeled his robust Inner Breath throughout his body, swung his right fist, and struck viciously at Wang Jianwen's head!
Just in the nick of time, a tall shadow flashed quickly, a hand as solid as steel firmly caught the man in black's fist!
It was An Zhifeng!
