This aura of fear coming from Emperor Wu's oppression only passed away in a flash. When Liu Kunlong came back to his senses, he realized that he had dropped the knife and was about to pick it up. However, he saw that Ye Xingchen had already raised his waist and was holding the machete in his hand!

"Boy."

Ye Di said coldly: "You can't hold a knife, how dare you play with swordsmanship in front of me?"

"brush!"

As he spoke, the knife struck him with a swipe.

"Puchchi——"

Liu Kunlong's chest was directly scratched with a deep and long knife mark, and blood spurted out.

"You..." His face turned ferocious.

Ye Xingchen stepped forward and said coldly: "Today I will let you know that the knife is for cutting people, not for juggling."

"brush!"

The knife slashed again, blood splattered.

Liu Kunlong had another knife mark on his chest, endured the severe pain and hurriedly turned around and ran away.

Ye Xingchen stalked after him, raising his knife and dropping it!

"Puch! Plop!"

One sword, two swords, three swords...
Chapter completed!