"That's my father's flying dagger!" said Zhou Shanyue with a cold snort, staring at the black blade hovering around Chen Fan's head.
"It's a gift from my Master," replied Chen Fan, his expression cold. Immediately, Zhou Shanyue's expression darkened. He flicked his sleeve and began to move toward Chen Fan.
"To take responsibility is simple," he said as he strode forward. "I want both of his eyes. Let's see if you dare to try to kill me. If you do, you have my respect. But how will you explain that to your Master, my father?!"
Meng Hao's expression was the same as always. He watched calmly as the scene unfolded. In front of him, Chen Fan gazed coldly at the approaching Zhou Shanyue. He lifted his right hand, and the flying dagger immediately began to glow.
Everything seemed ready to dissolve into chaos. Zhou Shanyue proceeded forward, a savage expression covering his face.
"I can't believe that you would dare to attack me over an outsider!"
