However, just as Qin Tao hadn't yet reacted, that foreign middle-aged man wielded a long knife and rushed towards him.
"Courting death!" Qin Tao, noticing the assailant, showed a hint of madness in his eyes, gripping his long sword tightly. As the middle-aged man's body approached, he grasped the sword single-handedly and directly engaged.
"Clang!" The collision of the two weapons reverberated with a crisp sound. Qin Tao, gazing at the man up close, sneered, "You seek your own demise, so don't blame me!"
With that, the long sword in Qin Tao's hand spun in mid-air, leveraging the strength of the opponent's long knife, and swiftly passed across the man's neck.
After completing all this, Qin Tao retracted his hands, scanning the others with a cold expression.
