Zhou Ye shrieked wretchedly. The powerful kick sent him flying backward, lifting him completely off the ground. He spat a mouthful of blood as he crashed to the earth, rolling several times in a pathetic display.
Without even glancing at Zhou Ye, Chu Fan locked his gaze on Xia Huanhuan, who was struggling to get back up.
He drew the long saber from his waist in a reverse grip.
"Who in the world are you?!"
Xia Huanhuan was horrified. "I am Xia Huanhuan of the Seven Stars Gang! There must be some misunderstanding between us…"
She was certain she had never offended such a formidable person.
And as far as she knew, no one like him existed in either the Blood Saber Sect or the Iron Armor Sect.
'So why is he inexplicably pushing me toward my death?'
HUM!
Chu Fan remained silent. The long saber in his hand trembled slightly, and the blade instantly turned blood-red. A dense Blood Fiend Qi billowed out, casting a ghastly light over the alley.
"The Nine Blood Soul Blades… Don't!"
