A cloud drifted unknowingly across the sky, covering the bright moonlight and making it hazy.

A flying dagger, about the size of a little finger, sliced through the air in the brisk night wind, aiming directly at White Imperman’s throat.

The dagger flashed by, virtually untraceable in such dark conditions. Lin Tian was very confident that the next moment, White Imperman would meet his end.

Suddenly, a robust man wearing a black robe appeared, wielding a curved saber, raising it and swinging his arm to chop.

With a ’clang,’ the previously untraceable flying dagger was struck away directly, plunging into the river under the bridge, as if it had never appeared.

Lin Tian’s eyes widened, pupils contracted in disbelief at the scene before him — his dagger was actually blocked?

He knew that throw was infused with Spiritual Qi. It was so fast it merely flashed by, impossible to discern with the naked eye.

How could something unseen be so easily blocked?

Lin Tian raised his eyes to look at the sudden black-robed man — a tall figure of 1.9 meters, with a dark complexion, thick eyebrows, large eyes, and full lips. His left hand, covered in calluses, held a black curved saber.

This person gave a feeling of stillness, like a high wall, making the air weigh heavier.

"Black Imperman!" Lin Tian spat out these words through clenched teeth.

Lin Tian had heard Bai Shishi’s description of Black Imperman, mostly matching this person before him.

Though Black Imperman’s physique is tall, he usually has no presence, rarely speaks, standing like a silent black tower. But never mistake him for a simple brute — that would end disastrously.

Once Black Imperman started his moves, he was extremely fast, his saber technique big and bold yet intricate.

He and White Imperman truly were like two reapers, countless victims meeting their end by their hands.

"Such beautifully maintained skin, the markings must look exquisite." White Imperman laughed as if nothing had happened, yet his hands didn’t stop, the carving knife slashing down Qingcheng’s cheek.

Qingcheng’s face was tender and smooth, offering no resistance to the sharp blade.

The carving knife in White Imperman’s hands spun, leaving a ’petal’ shaped incision on Qingcheng’s face.

Blood surged out uncontrollably, like a breached river.

Qingcheng gritted her silver teeth, suppressing any sound. But the pain on her face tugged at her nerves, making her body tremble slightly.

"Must hurt terribly? Can’t help but scream, let your man hear your cries. Maybe then he’ll spill everything. Then, I can end you painlessly. How about it?"

Qingcheng turned her head, her mesmerizing eyes filled with hatred, glaring at White Imperman’s clean face — if she had a blade in hand, she might have stabbed this person three or six times!

For women, the significance of the face is undeniable. Qingcheng preferred not to slather it with cosmetics or beauty products, envying others perhaps.

But now, with a scar marring that pretty face, it might ruin her appearance. How could she not be enraged?

Suddenly, Qingcheng opened her mouth, fiercely biting White Imperman’s shoulder, her eyes bloodshot, as if about to tear off a chunk of flesh.

"Ah!" White Imperman cried out in pain, hurriedly grabbing Qingcheng’s hair and pulling her up.

Then, he landed a brutal slap across Qingcheng’s face, leaving a blue handprint.

Qingcheng, smiling instead of being angry, revealed two rows of blood-stained teeth.

"Madwoman!" White Imperman cursed under his breath.

Lin Tian, witnessing this scene, couldn’t hold back any longer.

In an instant, his blood surged, mobilizing all the Spiritual Qi from the Sea of Qi.

With a leap, he shot out like an arrow from a bowstring.

Exploding at maximum speed, under the moonlight, he was merely a remnant shadow, too swift for the eyes to catch.

At this moment, Lin Tian held the Black Dragon Dagger, its tip gleaming under moonlight, stabbing toward White Imperman’s chest.

His speed was astonishingly fast; even the two upper martial artists beside Qingcheng hadn’t reacted, let alone the middle martial artists.

As the dagger drove forward, it was merely ten centimeters from White Imperman’s chest. Lin Tian could already envision the blood bursting from his chest!

At this moment, a black curved saber appeared in front of Lin Tian.

"Ha!" With a muffled voice, the black saber swung horizontally!

Only so close could one clearly feel the threat posed by the black saber.

Although all enemy actions seemed slower to Lin Tian, this strike was still too swift.

If Lin Tian insisted on killing White Imperman, he would only end up mutually injured.

At that time, they’d truly be at someone else’s mercy!

Helplessly, Lin Tian could only retreat. Simultaneously, his left hand reached to his waist, pulling out two more daggers, hurling them toward White Imperman’s throat and chest.

The angles of the daggers were extremely piercing, like venomous snakes striking swiftly and precisely!

At such a close distance, at such speed, White Imperman himself couldn’t dodge, instantly turning pale. 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

However, the daggers didn’t pierce White Imperman’s body. Both daggers were blocked by the two female upper martial artists using kunai.

Lin Tian at this time couldn’t care whether the daggers hit or not, for Black Imperman was already pursuing him, saber in hand.

Horizontal slice, vertical chop, diagonal sweep...

Blade after blade kept coming, like unending waves, the saber light upon saber light flooding towards Lin Tian.

These saber lights, under the moonlight, resembled needles hidden in cotton. Their paths elusive, but contact would certainly draw blood!

Black Imperman put immense pressure on Lin Tian, similar to the past with Wang Yi — they were absolutely opponents at the same level!

Lin Tian leaped upwards evading the saber light, gracefully retreating.

With this retreat, he covered a distance of a dozen meters, only stabilizing on the ground with two taps of his toes.

Black Imperman didn’t pursue, merely resting the saber on his shoulder, speaking in a muffled voice: "You’re strong! But not stronger than me!"

Lin Tian’s fierce gaze softened considerably, not responding.

This Black Imperman was formidable, every strike flawless, with wide openings yet substantial force! If Lin Tian were hit, he would undoubtedly draw blood.

Of course, Black Imperman had a flaw — arrogance!

This could be inferred from his previous words.

White Imperman coldly stared at Lin Tian, a grave expression replacing the previous smile on his face.

Suddenly, White Imperman reached overhead, forming a gesture.

"Form the formation!"