But Ning Fan had been on guard all along. The moment Hua Wanliu charged towards Xu Yourong, Ning Fan also sprinted towards her.
The disciples and Hua Pu who tried to stop him were met with Ning Fan leaping on top of their heads, stepping on them as he made his way to the high platform.
Swish, swish, swish...
As Hua Wanliu neared Xu Yourong, just a few meters away, Ning Fan had already gotten ahead, positioning himself in front of her.
"Hua Wanliu, you think you can use Miss Xu to threaten me?" Ning Fan said with a cold laugh.
"No, you're wrong, young Ning. You are still too naive, haha."
Contrary to what one might expect, Hua Wanliu's face bore a mocking smile instead of panic.
Then, he said indifferently, "Madam, grip the dagger in your hand tightly and thrust it forward."
"What?"
Ning Fan was taken aback.
The next second, he felt a chill at his back.
Turning his head, he saw Xu Yourong holding a ghostly blue dagger and thrusting it into Ning Fan's back!
"Miss Xu!"