Chen Wu's movements were incredibly fast, like a streak of black lightning.
In just the blink of an eye, his hand almost touched Jiang Yixue's vulnerable jade neck.
"To kill my disciple, you're seeking death!"
Chen Wu sneered repeatedly, his eyes filled with the pleasure of revenge.
Hiss!
But just as his words left his mouth, a flash of cold light suddenly flew out from the hem of Jiang Yixue's clothes.
The speed of the cold light was extremely fast, and before he could react, a stinging pain shot through his palm.
On looking down, Chen Wu's ferocious smile suddenly congealed into an expression of disbelief and terror.
At that moment, a small cut appeared in his palm.
Moreover, a stream of black air was rapidly spreading along the cut towards his arm and chest.
"Sorcery Insect!"
Immediately after, Chen Wu identified what the tiny creature was.
