Give Back My Flying Dagger

Though he was on guard, his flying speed did not slow in the slightest as he raced at full speed toward the distant axe.

The third eye opened between the brows of the tattered-clothed man standing in midair, its pupil faintly reflecting Dongbo Xueying as he flew at high speed in the distance.

"Rend." the tattered-clothed man said coldly.

Dongbo Xueying, who had been flying at high speed, was suddenly alarmed. Not good.

His body abruptly twisted.

Riiip~~~

The space around him seemed to split apart like a sheet of glass, and a savage black ravine appeared in the void. This spatial rift scraped past Dongbo Xueying's twisting body...