His eyes were playful, showing no regard for the assassin before him.
Great opportunity!
Seeing the distance between himself and Ye Haochuan, the assassin's eyes suddenly burst with a vicious gleam. From nowhere, he drew a dagger and stabbed towards Ye Haochuan's throat.
Swish~!
The dagger, gleaming coldly, was like a venomous snake hissing its tongue.
Ye Haochuan still remained motionless, arms crossed, while the assassin revealed a smug smile, thinking Ye Haochuan was scared into idiocy.
Just as Ye Haochuan was about to meet his demise at the hands of the assassin, the latter abruptly found that his dagger could not advance an inch further.
For no apparent reason, Ye Haochuan lazily extended two fingers and casually clamped the dagger between them.
"Damn it! So damn arrogant!" The assassin cursed in his heart, forcefully trying to cut off Ye Haochuan's two fingers.
To his disbelief, no matter how hard he tried, the dagger seemed rooted in place, unmovable.