WHOOSH!
A Flying Dagger shot from Tang Yuan's hand, streaking toward Feng Ping's throat like a meteor. The hidden weapons of the Divine Will Sect were meant for sneak attacks. Tang Yuan was confident this single throw would claim Feng Ping's life.
Indeed, Feng Ping hadn't expected Tang Yuan to make a move at this moment. Consumed by grief and rage over his wife's death, he was solely focused on killing Ye Xiu to avenge Yan Ni. By the time he saw the incoming Flying Dagger, it was already too late to dodge or block.
"No..." Feng Ping let out a roar of despair and indignation, then froze.
Tang Yuan froze as well. Somehow, Ye Xiu had appeared in the path of the Flying Dagger, catching it between two fingers and saving Feng Ping's life.
