The God of Slaughter's Finger

"Can you be more shameless than this?" Yunxiao sneered. "You're a Martial Lord and I'm just a warrior, yet you ask me to not move around? I think your face is even thicker than a wall!"

Guang Yuanjia's nostrils flared while his attacks grew fiercer and faster, but all of them were still dodged by Yunxiao.

If truth be told, Yunxiao was smiling wryly in his mind. He was drenched in cold sweat, and he had already exercised the Nether Swap to its maximum level. If the stalemate continued, his defeat was inevitable. The freezing ice energy of a Martial Lord was not something he could resist, and he would be dead if he were hit.

Han Bai and others watched from a distance as their hearts pounded faster and faster. They were utterly terrified by Yunxiao's risky performance.