Perhaps it was because he had spent so much time with Lu Xiao, Miao Qidao had somewhat picked up Lu Xiao's swaggering style.
While still sprinting, he had already thrown the knife ahead.
The dagger dropped down just as Miao Qidao arrived, catching it steadily in his hand without any superfluous words, and with a flat swipe of the knife's back, he swung it towards Zhou Tingyun's face.
On the platform, Zhou Tingyun snickered.
If he hadn't seen wrongly just now, this guy had run out from the Miao Family's tent.
Nowadays, there really are all sorts of idiots.
The Miao Family was glorious in the past, but that was in the past.
The current Miao Family is all weaklings. At the last Martial Arts Exchange, they ranked third from the bottom.
To think they still dared to jump out with such capabilities.
"Idiot!" Zhou Tingyun grunted angrily, hammering his fists towards the back of the knife.
