"Whoosh!" A Flying Dart, like a ghost sent to claim a soul, whistled through the air toward Zhang Fengyun, trailing a chilling, murderous intent.
The tip of the dart shimmered with a cold light, like the finger of Death reaching out to seize Zhang Fengyun's life. Pale with terror, Zhang Fengyun scrambled to raise his blade in defense, his movements as panicked as a mouse encountering a cat.
"Clang!" The Flying Dart collided with the blade, emitting a sharp, metallic ring.
Chapter 48