This flying knife was a low-grade magic artifact.
He activated the spiritual power within his body and hurled the flying knife with all his might.
The flying knife turned into a blue meteor, tearing through the air as it shot straight toward Ma Hongjun's chest.
Ma Hongjun sensed the approaching danger and tried to twist aside in midair.
But the Soul Power in his body was already failing to keep up, and his movements slowed by half a beat.
"Sshk!"
The flying knife grazed past his shoulder.
It sent a long string of blood droplets flying.
The intense pain drew a scream from Ma Hongjun. The flaming wings on his back flickered, and he fell straight from the air.
With a splash.
Ma Hongjun crashed heavily onto the riverbank, sending water spraying everywhere.
Ignoring the wound on his shoulder, he scrambled up from the mud and water.
All his former smug arrogance had vanished without a trace.
What remained was nothing but undisguised panic.
Because the three burly men from the Giant Sword Sect had already formed a triangle around him.
Their three heavy greatswords gleamed with chilling killing intent.
"Run, then. Why aren't you running now, you dead fatso?"
The scar-faced brute shook his slightly heated greatsword and advanced step by step.
"I thought you were some hidden expert."
"Turns out you're just a one-trick pony who can throw fire."
"You don't even have a decent magic artifact, yet you dared to play the hero?"
Ma Hongjun swallowed, large beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.
He could tell that these three truly intended to kill him.
Because the rule here was that the strong preyed on the weak.
"Big brothers, let's talk this out. Let's talk this out..."
Ma Hongjun forced an ugly smile and backed away