Among them, one person's knife skill is exceptionally formidable. Ye Qiu glanced over and thought it must be the man in his fifties.
Indeed, the man stood out and laughed with a sound that was eerily terrifying.
The sound was like a rat gnawing on something.
"Senior brother, junior brother, let me carve out his heart."
Ye Qiu had already seen the opponent draw a long, thin Miao Knife and thrust it directly at him.
If it were an ordinary person, they definitely wouldn't be able to dodge it. They would be stabbed, and their heart would be completely extracted.
However, the man was amazed that he didn't even manage to strike Ye Qiu, as Ye Qiu had already disappeared without a trace.
"Senior brother, he's behind you."
Ye Qiu punched the man's chest, sending him flying several meters away.
Ye Qiu punched with eighty percent of his strength, nearly crushing the opponent's internal organs. As the man coughed up blood desperately, Xia Jing lay there, watching fearfully.
