Boom!!!
The flying dagger, along with the translucent shadow that appeared behind him, were both viciously slashed, the enormous force deforming his body as if a train had smashed it.
As he was flung backwards midair, he spewed fresh blood, which scattered along his trajectory, and by the time he hit the ground in the distance, he was utterly silent.
"Who is the strongest in the Heavenly Dao Sect? Call him out," Lin Xin demanded, his tone nonchalant as he slung the saber over his shoulder.
"What is your intention!?" The two figures floating midair were somewhat alarmed. The man who had just been slain by a single strike was almost of the same cultivation level as them, had a protective magic artifact as well, but was still killed with a single strike. They reckoned the outcome would be the same if it were them.
