Mr. Springs heard the sound of a flying knife piercing through the air and swiftly turned around.
But Julius Reed sitting in front of him remained completely unreactive, sitting as calmly as before.
Mr. Springs wasn't very powerful, although he was much stronger than an ordinary martial artist, but faced with the sudden flying knife, he instinctively felt a bit terrified.
Smack!
The flying knife was less than ten centimeters away from touching the center of Mr. Springs' brows.
Another flying knife came chasing, splitting the one in front into two pieces.
Clang!
The steel flying knife fell to the ground, with the terror still lingering on Mr. Springs' face.
"Did you know I wouldn't die?" He raised his head, blinked, and looked at Julius Reed.
His face was already as pale as paper.
