But as soon as he finished speaking, his smile froze on his face.
Because Hong Dao didn't care about Squad Leader Feng's life or death at all and swung his knife towards Xiao Lu.
"Damn it!" Xiao Lu cursed, shoving Squad Leader Feng out to block the knife for himself, but he underestimated Hong Dao's swordsmanship. Esteemed by Qin San Lang for his knife skills, Hong Dao was not an easy man to deal with.
Whoosh, the big knife only sliced through Squad Leader Feng's chest without causing severe injury.
Then the knife was tossed, falling into Hong Dao's left hand, which he used to chop forcefully, and with a snap, directly severed Xiao Lu's wrist.
"Ah!" Xiao Lu let out a painful scream, eyes wide open at his severed wrist, filled with disbelief... A left-handed knife with such force; he's a capable man!
Xiao Lu realized he had underestimated his opponent, dared not fight hard anymore, and immediately took out poison to scatter, hoping to knock Hong Dao unconscious.
