The three first generation disciples from the Flying Knife Sect were dumbfounded, feeling indignant in their hearts, but the sharp pain in their chests immobilized them. They fell to the ground, blood gushing from their chests.
"Aren't the Flying Knife Technique of the Flying Knife Sect supposed to be the best in the world? How, how... Why did the master lie to us? Qin Tian's Flying Knife Technique is clearly ten times more powerful than ours!"
"Huh?"
Just as those three fell, four of Wei Jun's men caught up from behind and witnessed their three younger brothers laying on the ground, unmoving. Their faces instantly turned to surprise.
Whoosh whoosh!
Suddenly, a figure flashed out from the side and stood on the empty ground not far in front of Wei Jun's four men!
Qin Tian had revealed himself!
He stood there proudly holding three daggers, looking at the four men of Wei Jun and coldly said, "Wei Jun, return my belongings, or else this place will run red with your blood today!"