For instance, today, by luring the enemy deep into a trap, he found himself surrounded, with no chance of escape even if he had wings.
He was alarmed by the young man's stratagems, barely inferior to Ning Zijin's. No wonder Ning Zijin confidently handed over the clan to him.
Yet, looking at his frail appearance, he curled his lips in disdain.
"Seeking death."
Brandishing the knife in his hand, he charged at the young man.
The youth stood still, tall and upright, slender in stature, with even a gentle smile hanging on his handsome face.
Everyone held their breath.
The young man's clear eyes distinctly reflected the blade cleaving downward, his expression unchanged.
"Bang," the clear sound of a knife and stick clashing rang out, numbing people's ears.
Yuesheng clenched his teeth, exerting more force on his arms to press down. However, to his astonishment, the youth slowly straightened up, his face wearing a light smile, showing no sign of strain.
