He took two deep breaths fiercely, sweating profusely, and watched the figure that was kicked flying away with vigilance:
"There is something wrong with that knife; it seems to disturb one's mind. Be careful!!"
As he spoke, the figure stood up once more.
Chu Qing and the others could now see clearly that it was a young man.
He looked about twenty years old, wearing an apron used for blacksmithing, with strong muscles and robust physique.
But his expression was dull, his eyes pitch black, without even a trace of white.
His right hand was covered in grim scars, and a knife seemed bonded to it.
The blade was as black as ink, with a crimson edge; the handle was entwined with gold and silver, appearing quite extraordinary.
On the handle, there were two blood-red characters: Chaotic God!
At this moment, he slightly rotated the knife's edge, and a faint sound of the knife humming emanated from the blade, buzzing — upon hearing it, one felt a faint sense of dizziness.
