"Hahaha, why search endlessly when the solution presents itself effortlessly, Ye Feidao, you've revealed your true colors today!"
Qin Tian burst into laughter, his face lit up with delight as he easily dodged the flying knife shot by Ye Feidao.
"Boy, don't be presumptuous!"
Ye Feidao didn't know why Qin Tian was laughing, but he hurled another flying knife at Qin Tian.
With Dragon Blood in hand, Qin Tian blocked each one and asked, "Ye Feidao, you're left-handed, aren't you?"
"Hmph, what of it!"
Ye Feidao's unique flying knives shot out like arrows, pelting Qin Tian like a torrential downpour.
This old guy, his throwing speed is twice as fast as Diao Zhatian's, truly worthy of being the Sect Leader of the Flying Knife Sect!
Ding ding ding!
Ye Feidao was quick, but Qin Tian was quicker; with Dragon Blood flourishing, he knocked down the approaching knives.
These flying knives were thin, silver, and looked just like knife blades.
