At this moment, Ling Zhenfei's hand moved slightly, and the Tang sword was instantly drawn.
A flash of cold light accompanied by powerful spiritual energy shot out from the scabbard, slicing toward one of them.
This person had no weapon in hand, making it easier for Ling Zhenfei to find a flaw. The strike was incredibly hard to resist.
But there were two of them, after all, and the other one quickly realized his companion's predicament. His hand surged with spiritual energy, and he brought his injured dagger up to meet it.
Boom!
The dagger flew out, but it successfully dispelled Ling Zhenfei's move.
Now both of them were unarmed.
Ling Zhenfei's sword was sheathed again, and his right hand returned to the sword hilt.
Ling Zhenfei smiled slightly and said, "Now can you talk properly with me?"
The expressions of the two were still about the same.
"What's there to discuss with you? I really didn't expect you to ruin our plan. Do you know where we're from?"
