C826 A Motley Crew!(6)

No matter how fast Xiahou Yi moved, he couldn't outpace the forty-yard Dragon Slaying Blade in Qiao Gao's hands.

"Clang, clang, clang~~~"

The gleaming Dragon Slaying Blade pressed against Xiahou Yi's neck. Its edge was razor-sharp without needing much honing. The black toxic mist made Xiahou Yi hold his breath, too afraid to take a deep one.

"Heh, let's talk this out," Xiahou Yi said