The young man seemed to understand the other party's intentions, and his complexion suddenly became somewhat embarrassed. He naturally knew that once the other party dealt with the man in the cloak beside him, they would inevitably turn their poisonous hands toward his own sister.
The dark-faced man stood up and walked over to Ye Wutian, taking out his large knife and pointing it at Ye Wutian with a cold laugh, "Kid, this is what happens when you meddle in other people's business."
Ye Wutian remained calmly seated, as if he didn't hear the dark-faced man's words or notice the knife in his hand.
"Black Skin, don't waste words with him. Just chop him down," the small-eyed man seemed very wary of Ye Wutian.
The dark-faced man didn't waste any more words and channeled a strand of True Qi into the knife, slashing directly at Ye Wutian's head.