Richie's figure disappeared on the spot as a dark shadow moved rapidly across the horizontal wall, trailing a faint black afterimage behind it.
However, the shadow had moved less than five meters when it suddenly stopped, revealing Richie's figure.
And behind him, Chen Yang had his hands on both of Richie's wings.
"Ah! How is this possible!"
A look of horror appeared on Richie's face as he couldn't believe that he had been caught by Chen Yang while moving.
Spurt.
The Bloody Sun Sword pierced Richie's back and exited through the front, smeared with fresh blood.
Chen Yang said gravely, "This sword is for the mother who just died, it's a return gift for you."
"Fuck!"
Richie roared hoarsely, his tone full of resentment and anger.
He flipped his hand toward Chen Yang's head.
In an instant, Chen Yang drew his sword and dodged in one fluid motion.
By the time Richie's hand swept over where Chen Yang's head had just been, there was nothing left behind but empty air.
