As he gazed ahead, a thud suddenly reached his ears.
Alarmed, he turned his head hastily, only to find Zeng Guangzheng once again empty-handed.
Looking up, he saw the dagger planted next to the Judge's Pen, still vibrating and ringing.
The veins on Li Weiran's forehead immediately began to pulse.
He was now certain that the strike did not come from any of the three people in the tavern.
No one could strike so brazenly under his watchful eye without him noticing.
Immediately, he gritted his teeth and said:
"Friends in the shadows, attacking so hastily without understanding the situation.
"Are you not afraid of mistakenly rescuing a villain?"
"Ridiculous..."
At this moment, a layer of black mist appeared on Ning Xiyin's face.
The voice was slightly weak and powerless.
Clearly, the dagger in Li Weiran's hand was laced with poison.
After all, when dealing with a figure like Blade Sovereign,
