C118 There Was Something Wrong with the Huang Family

A swift shadow, a glint of cold steel.

No one could clearly see Ye Fann, let alone the dagger in his hand. However, Huang Cong reacted quickly, instantly retreating and sidestepping to kick up the silver whip, grabbing it firmly and sweeping it across the air!

The whip missed.

It missed again.

And again.

Sweat began to bead on Huang Cong's forehead