Xu Xiangbei still maintained a faint smile, standing quietly in place. Just as Li Sandao waved his hands, the blades created a curtain of flashing light. Xu suddenly reached out and firmly grasped Li Sandao's wrists.
Between Li Sandao's fingers, each held a sharp blade.
Li Sandao's eyes were filled with venom and treachery, like a venomous snake flicking its tongue. Earlier, he had only dangled one knife in front of Xu Xiangbei, deliberately making him think there was only one blade.
At the moment of attack, Li Sandao flicked his fingers, turning one knife into two, holding one in each hand. But he didn't realize Xu Xiangbei had sharp eyes and had already seen through his plot.
Xu Xiangbei smiled slightly, manipulating Li Sandao like a puppet to cross the sharp blades into his own arms.
Immediately, Li Sandao let out a piercing scream as blood gushed out like a fountain, the blades embedded deeply, severing the veins in his arms.
