As Li Yanzhen's words spilled out, he still drew the long blade from within his robes, a crescent-shaped dagger roughly one meter long, entirely jet-black as if from the dark world itself, devoid of any gloss, giving off an oppressive and incredibly heavy sensation.
The moment the blade came out, the Gang Wind surged around, and murderous intents coalesced into the blade's edge, crossing dozens of meters to slash towards Lin Mo.
Lin Mo clasped his fists, and brilliant golden light erupted from them, shattering all the incoming blade winds head-on.
