Whoosh!
Bai Yang's dagger struck out, aiming for Pei Wei's shoulder socket.
Bai Yang was a cold-blooded assassin.
Ever since Li Shun had joined Yang Fei, he no longer killed people; however, injuring them was routine.
Pei Wei's five fingers landed on the back of Bai Yang's dagger, pulling and leading it.
Bai Yang's palm force shook violently, and the dagger was immediately snatched away by Pei Wei.
The dagger in Pei Wei's hand twirled into a flourish, and with a thud, it stabbed back into Bai Yang's shoulder.
His movements were concise and rapid, as quick as lightning.
Bai Yang grunted, stepping back.
He clutched his shoulder as blood flowed down through his fingers.
Almost simultaneously, Li Shun shouted loudly and delivered a strike towards Pei Wei's chest with sweeping force.
Pei Wei sidestepped to dodge Li Shun's palm, hooked his foot forward, and snagged Li Shun's wrist, pulling it towards him.
Li Shun felt an incredible force staggering him forward.
