As the third young master of the Huo Family was about to finish speaking, a shadowy figure, ghostlike, gradually materialized out of thin air.
Everyone's pupils shrank sharply, somewhat disbelieving their own eyes.
"Where did that person come from?"
"Can that person become invisible?"
No one answered their questions; the ghostlike man, whose age was indeterminate, was thin and small.
The man was dressed in black, clutching a sharp dagger in his right hand, and without any discernible movement, he seemed to transform into a gust of wind, attacking Li Xiaoyao.
In the blink of an eye, the man had reached Li Xiaoyao, the dagger in his hand sharp and swiping through the air towards Li Xiaoyao's neck.
"Buzz~"
The dagger moved swiftly, the air itself trembling with its speed.
The third young master of the Huo Family, with his arms around two curvaceous young starlets, was fondling them as if Li Xiaoyao was already a sure win.
"Ding!"
