Ye Chenfeng's pupils constantly contracted, with a spot of silver light in his eyes magnifying infinitely.
Yet, a smile appeared on his lips, a confident and proud smile, a smile of someone who had strategized from a thousand miles away and held victory in his heart.
All of a sudden, the atmosphere between heaven and earth turned solemn. A murderous aura enveloped everything; at that moment, all living beings seemed to vanish, leaving behind only a knife!
A knife so swift it was extreme, a knife that thirsted for human blood!
The blade appeared abruptly, even seeming to roar like a Demon God!
This was Miao Jin's strongest move since he started to wield the knife, completely understanding the true essence of speed.
Ye Chenfeng's blood flowed backward, his hair stood on end, and his clothes, long soaked with cold sweat, clung tightly to his back.
