Black Crow moved swiftly, like a black afterimage, trying to break free from the encirclement of the two.
But although he was fast, Cheng Tieshan was even faster.
Cheng Tieshan drew his longsword, its blade flashing a blinding white light in the sunlight, and blocked Black Crow’s retreat path.
“Don’t move.” Cheng Tieshan’s voice was cold. “If you move again, my knife won’t have eyes.”
Black Crow’s pupils contracted slightly, and he stopped in his tracks.
He could sense that Cheng Tieshan’s blade had locked onto his aura, and if he moved even slightly, the blade would strike without mercy.
Although he was a Golden Immortal of the eighth rank, a minor realm higher than Cheng Tieshan, he dared not actually fight the city defense team in Bermuda.
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