C39 Facing the Face

Whoosh!!!

A swift, piercing sound sliced through the air near Qiao Gao's ear. A dagger, gleaming with a cold light, appeared silently at his back. Bai Zhan's face was set in a stern expression, his intent clear.

"Clang!"

Yet, as if he had eyes on the back of his head, Qiao Gao casually swatted the dagger away with a powerful slap. The force was so great it left Bai Zhan's hand trembling