Lin Fei took off his sunglasses, blew off the dust, and looked at bald Li Hu, saying, "If I don't sever my wrist tendons, I wonder how Master Hu would deal with me?"
Whoosh!——
The sound of cutting through the air rang out, a long sharp blade dart flew straight and hit the sunglasses in Lin Fei's hand.
With a crack, the sunglasses shattered into pieces and fell to the ground.
After breaking the sunglasses, the dart continued to shoot out, embedding into the wall, burying deep within.
The killing intent from the sharp blade dissipated only then.
He Zhenxiong's eyes flashed a hint of surprise, it took him a moment to recover his senses, but he was extremely excited inside: No wonder Li Hu has the name "Hell's Asura," truly well-deserved!
With a dart, hundred-pace piercing, absolutely no miss!
Indeed, it was bald Li Hu who had just thrown the dart.
