Chapter 633 - Return my Flying Knife (2/2)

After all, he had grasped hold of the void, and during the moment Xue Ying took out the flying knife, he had discovered it already. But he was too confident of himself since his body was tyrannical–nothing would be able to harm him. Thus, he did not care about that flying knife at all.

“Hong.”

A move that was activated using all of Xue Ying’s strength along with the ‘slaughter Dao’–Floating Blood Knife’s Edge.

The flying knife immediately appeared right in front of the ragged-clothed male’s third eye.

“Foolish.” The ragged-cloth male’s third eye immediately closed.

Pu.

The knife tip of the flying knife pierced through the third eye, and at that moment, the flying knife suddenly stopped moving from a high speed! But still, the tip of the flying knife had vigorously pierced through an inch of the third eye–just an inch was enough to stop it from continuing on. There was violet blood flowing down at the position where the third eye was located, and this violet blood was glittering with golden light. The expression of that ragged-clothed male turned savage the next moment.

“Weng weng weng.” The flying knife tried its best to struggle and pull out, yet after penetrating an inch deep, it was seemingly stuck there unmoving.

“What!” Xue Ying had a huge shock in his heart. The flying knife could not be collected back!

It was stuck rigidly on the other party’s third eye, and no matter what he did, it could not be moved!

The ragged-clothed male extended his hand to pull out the flying knife from his third eye. He then opened his mouth casually and swallowed this flying knife with a mouth.

This scene made Xue Ying feel both frustrated and anxious at the same time, ‘He swallowed it?’

That was also the reason why he was not too willing to use the flying knife.

But if he did not employ the knife, he would just be killed. By then, all his treasures would be left here as well.

“Hu.”

Even though he was feeling angry and anxious, Xue Ying remained flying at high speed towards the ax. The other party had already swallowed the flying knife, and he could not collect it back. If that’s the case, he had to pull out the ax successfully.

The ragged-clothed male’s third eye opened once again, though its pupil had an injury that was rapidly recovering.

“Damn.” The ragged-clothed male glared coldly at Xue Ying. The distance between the two party was too far; there was not enough time for him rely on speed to slowly chase after him. He could only entrust his hope on his killing move.

Xue Ying remained flying at high speed; the distance between him and the ax was getting closer.

Even though he had lost his True God weapon flying knife…

It had stopped the other party’s attack for a moment, forcing him to recover. This added time had significantly increased the survivability of Xue Ying! After all, the other party could very well release three to four more attacks during this recovery period.

“Quick quick quick.” The ragged-clothed male was feeling anxious too. The injury of his third eye was healing.

‘I’ve reached.’

Xue Ying gritted his teeth. He rushed with all his strength towards that mountain peak.

“Si la~” During the moment the third eye was fully recovered, the ragged-clothed male once again began charging his attack.

“Quick, faster!” Xue Ying squeezed his body to its limit. He could feel the incoming void crack and had to shift his body. “Hua~” the void crack brushed by the knee of Xue Ying, causing everything below it to disappear. Still, Xue Ying remained flying at high speed, reaching that mountain peak finally and grabbing the ax.

“Hong.”

Exerting strength, at the juncture when the ax stopped moving, Xue Ying began kneeling down on the mountain peak. Everything beneath his knee was rapidly re-growing. Xue Ying used all his strength to pull that ax out before finally with a ‘hong’, it was out of the mountain peak.

Xue Ying whose legs had just fully recovered, stood on the mountain peak while raising the golden ax in one hand. He stared at the distant ragged-clothed male.

That ragged-clothed male stood there in a daze. He then sighed.

“I win. Return me my flying knife.” Xue Ying shouted out.

“You say this?” The ragged-clothed male spat out, causing light to fly out of his mouth. He then extended his hand, showing a twisted flying knife on it. The flying knife was currently covered in cracks.

Xue Ying did not dare believe as he looked. How long had he swallowed the flying knife, yet it had turned into such a state?