Wild Dog

"You managed to stay alive under my hand and even pull out the axe. You do have some skill." The rag-clad man grabbed the twisted, scarred flying dagger and casually tossed it. The dagger turned into a streak of light and flew toward Dongbo Xueying.

Dongbo Xueying caught it with an outstretched hand. He had been so eager to demand it back because he feared the flying dagger would be completely digested by the other party's body.

Lowering his head to inspect it, he saw that although he had not spent much time pulling out the axe, this flying dagger had still suffered damage in many places. It was nearly crippled.

When he tried to control it, the flying dagger buzzed and trembled unsteadily.

"The Dao within its core is still intact, but the dagger itself has suffered severe damage." Dongbo...