"Such speed, such a sharp weapon." Zhu Yeqing looked at Qing Yi and muttered in astonishment.
"Who exactly are you?" Zhu Yeqing asked in a deep voice.
"Hmph!" Qing Yi snorted coldly, sheathing the dagger in his hand back into his sleeve. He then drew two short arrows, nocked them, and pulled the bowstring, aiming one at Zhu Yeqing's throat and the other at his heart.
Zhu Yeqing's expression changed drastically at the sight.
Whoosh... Just as Zhu Yeqing was considering what to do, Qing Yi suddenly released the string, and the two short arrows in his hand shot toward Zhu Yeqing like meteors.
Zhu Yeqing hurriedly dodged, but the two arrows still sliced open his right arm.
At that moment, Qing Yi's figure suddenly vanished. When he reappeared, he was already beside Zhu Yeqing, and the dagger in his hand stabbed mercilessly toward Zhu Yeqing's neck.
Zhu Yeqing's expression flickered. Qing Yi's speed was simply terrifying, completely beyond anything he had ever known.
Zhu Yeqing suddenly raised his right hand into a fist and smashed it fiercely toward Qing Yi's wrist.
Unfortunately, Qing Yi seemed to have anticipated his move. He swiftly retreated, dodging the punch, then flicked his right hand. The dagger stabbed toward Zhu Yeqing's throat along a bizarre arc.
Zhu Yeqing hurriedly raised his left hand to block the dagger.
Although Zhu Yeqing reacted quickly, the dagger still pierced his left index finger. Blood streamed down, and a trace of pain appeared on Zhu Yeqing's face.
Qing Yi seized the opportunity to pounce, reaching out to seize Zhu Yeqing by the throat. Zhu Yeqing's face changed dramatically as he struggled desperately, trying to break free of Qing Yi's restraint. But his strength was ultimately inferior to Qing Yi's, and he could not contend with him at