A cloud drifted unknowingly across the sky, covering the bright moonlight and making it hazy.
A flying dagger, about the size of a little finger, sliced through the air in the brisk night wind, aiming directly at White Imperman's throat.
The dagger flashed by, virtually untraceable in such dark conditions. Lin Tian was very confident that the next moment, White Imperman would meet his end.
Suddenly, a robust man wearing a black robe appeared, wielding a curved saber, raising it and swinging his arm to chop.
With a 'clang,' the previously untraceable flying dagger was struck away directly, plunging into the river under the bridge, as if it had never appeared.
Lin Tian's eyes widened, pupils contracted in disbelief at the scene before him — his dagger was actually blocked?
He knew that throw was infused with Spiritual Qi. It was so fast it merely flashed by, impossible to discern with the naked eye.
How could something unseen be so easily blocked?
