Ye Ling shrugged his shoulders, his face indifferent. As for Lu Bin, he had harbored the intent to kill for a long time already.
Since Lu Bin was so eager to seek death, Ye Ling naturally didn't mind obliging him!
"Good!" Lu Bin's face twisted savagely as he licked his tongue, his eyes emitting a chilling glint.
He then charged at Ye Ling with the ferocity of a cheetah, his speed incredibly fast, closing the distance in the blink of an eye.
Seeing Lu Bin's speed, Ye Ling merely sneered with disdain. With a push off the tips of his toes against the floor, his body slid sideways, easily dodging Lu Bin's onslaught.
Moreover, Ye Ling lightly flicked his toe, sending a gust of wind cutting through the air, aimed straight for Lu Bin's throat.
"Puchi!"
A sound of a blade penetrating flesh echoed; a hole the size of a bowl appeared on Lu Bin's left shoulder, and fresh red blood gushed out.
"Argh!"