Jiang Chuan, who was originally advancing, was now standing firmly in place.
Without turning his head, he quietly extended his left hand, his two fingers steadily gripping the dagger that was aimed at the back of his heart, as stable as a rock.
Liu Xueyan's pretty face turned crimson. Her hands tightly clenched the dagger, yet she couldn't push it forward even a fraction.
As if the force blocking her was not that of two fingers, but an impenetrable rock.
At this moment, Jiang Chuan slightly smiled, his two fingers exerting a bit more strength, and then a crisp cracking sound was heard.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, the metallic dagger instantly shattered into numerous pieces, shooting towards Liu Xueyan's face like a torrential downpour.
Everyone clearly saw this scene, and after their initial shock, they paled with fear!
"Xiaojiang, please show mercy!"
After marveling at Jiang Chuan's skill, Elder Liu suddenly realized and hastily shouted, but it was too late.
