The third stab!
The burly man's body had already recovered, and his face was piled with fury and viciousness.
The difference in strength between the two sides was obvious.
If this stab landed solidly, the old man would certainly die!
"Ah."
Jiang Qiao suddenly sighed softly. "Are you always this reckless? Like Teddy bears, wanting to pick a fight with everyone you see?"
As he spoke.
He suddenly reached out, striking after the other but arriving first, and grabbed for the dagger!
"Seeking death!"
Seeing Jiang Qiao's movement, a cruel look appeared on the burly man's face. "Kid, what do you think you are? How dare you reach out and grab it! Did you think that because no one was stopping you from standing off to the side, you were really something?"
His movement did not change.
But the rust-covered dagger suddenly turned and slashed viciously toward Jiang Qiao's palm.
"Since you don't know when to stop courting death."
"Then I'll cut off your hand first, and kill that old bastard afterward!"
The blade swept through the air in a fierce flash. In the blink of an eye, it collided with Jiang Qiao's palm, intending to slice it clean off!
No one understood the dagger's terror better than the burly man.
It could follow a curse and launch a counterattack against the opponent. Even if the two sides were far apart, it could cross space.
Even a powerhouse like the old man would die after no more than three stabs.
And that was from a distance.
If someone were stabbed directly by this dagger.
It would be even more terrifying.
Regardless of where it struck or what part it injured, it would inflict a horrifying, fatal wound. Even a so-called Master would immediately suffer severe injuries and hover on the