In the nick of time, Ye Ling hastily raised the Snow Drinking Blade to fend off the attack, but the short dagger skillfully and lightly maneuvered around the blade's edge with an effortless, casual motion.
The next moment, it cruelly stabbed into Ye Ling's abdomen, blood spraying wildly as the silver dagger slowly slid down his stomach.
Ye Ling grunted, his face instantly turning deathly pale as intense pain surged from within him.
It continued to spread, nearly leaving him breathless.
He had not expected Lu Tianxiong's strike to cause such severe damage.
"Boy, weren't you the one taunting me back there? Now, I want to see how you still have the face to shout here!"
Lu Tianxiong roared fiercely, his face filled with a killing aura so dense it was almost tangible.
In his eyes flickered a trace of murderous intent, and malevolence permeated the air.
Just then, a burst of terrifying, ferocious power exploded from the dagger, flinging Ye Ling through the air.