"Damn it!"
Qi Di Hai roared in anger, but in his distraction, he gave Young Master Xu an opportunity.
Swish!
The folding fan sliced lightly, and Qi Di Hai narrowly dodged it.
However, a faint blood mark appeared on his neck.
He took a frightened step back, touched his neck, and then looked at his hand.
The blood was plentiful, and so very red.
He suddenly thought with lingering fear: If he'd been just a tenth of a second slower, wouldn't his head have rolled too?
Anger and fear instantly engulfed his heart.
But this couldn't make him back down.
He shouted, "Xu Sanqing, today it's you or me—one of us dies!"
With those words, he charged at Xu Sanqing like a raging bull.
Young Master Xu giggled, "Who said I wanted a death match with you? You're too soft, I don't like it!"
After saying that, he casually tossed the folding fan.
Qi Di Hai was furious, but not reckless; he knew how insidious the fan was, so he sidestepped carefully, halting his attack.
