"So you're the one from the power behind Li Tiancheng, but they just sent you, a girl, to deal with me. Do they underestimate me, or are they too arrogant, thinking you can take that bead away from me?" Ye Luo said with a smile lifting the corners of his mouth.
Whoosh!
A cold glint flashed by once again, as Leng Ying swiftly stabbed toward Ye Luo. In the blink of an eye, the distance between her weapon and Ye Luo's neck was only a few centimeters, scaring Yan Ling beside him pale, her eyes filled with worry.
Slap!
However, Ye Luo simply waved his hand lightly and caught Leng Ying's hand, rendering her immobile. Then, with his other hand, he swung out a cold glint toward Ye Luo's chest, a dagger gleaming with cold light.
Clang!
But when her dagger struck Ye Luo's chest, it let out a clear, piercing clang. No matter how sharp the dagger was, it ultimately couldn't break through the defense of the Gold Silk Soft Armor.