Hearing this equivocal answer, Wu Jinliang understood what he meant and could not be bothered to say anything more.
Sometimes, even Shi Chun felt bewildered. Why did people who had enough to eat and drink still go looking for blood feuds?
Whether they wanted to face it or not, what was coming finally came.
As Xu Anchang approached Shi Chun, he actually sensed something unusual. He had felt nothing while standing a little farther away, but once he moved closer, he detected faint fluctuations of magical power around Shi Chun.
Though puzzled, he ultimately felt like an arrow on a drawn bowstring-there was no choice but to let fly. It did nothing to curb his urge to ambush them. Once You Mu was also in position, the two exchanged a glance and struck together, thrusting out the daggers concealed in their sleeves and stabbing viciously at their targets' vital points.
But the instant their daggers neared their targets, both felt a retarding force tugging at their attacks, slowing them down. They were both startled.
Their swift ambush gradually slowed, though the dagger in Xu Anchang's hand still struck Shi Chun's back, directly behind his heart.
Without moving, Shi Chun glanced sideways and let the blade stab into his back.
Xu Anchang instantly realized what he had run into. Instinctively, he put enough strength into his hand to take them both down together, yet the blade, which clearly seemed to have sunk deep into the other man's flesh, had not even pierced his clothes.
How could this be?
Alarmed by the realization that he could not succeed, he circulated his power and unleashed the Demonic Art, trying to break his restraints with demonic qi.
But Shi Chun turned, circling behind him in a single step. A dagger flashed into his hand