Anticipating Lai Laohu's petty tricks, Jiao Yanping had long been on his guard. With a flash of his figure, he effortlessly dodged the sudden strike.
Failing to hit its target, the blood-red dagger traced a streak of crimson through the air before hovering and humming, as if gathering momentum for another attack.
"Lai Laohu, do you really think you can hurt me with this murderous weapon? Why not be a good sport and hand it over to me?" Jiao Yanping sneered. Forming hand seals with both hands, he sent a golden rope of spiritual power flying toward the blood-red dagger in an attempt to bind it.
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