Wu Xie, holding a flying dagger, was in a dire state. He had been forced to roll out by Wang Yan, leaving his hair disheveled, his body covered in mud, and his face bruised with a patchwork of blue and purple from hitting the ground.

Wu Xie, as the Demon King Great Perfection and a peerless healer, was usually treated with great respect, even by someone as powerful as Beiming Heng, a Demon Saint. He had never suffered such a blow.

Today, being forced into such a sorry state by Wang Yan, Wu Xie was utterly enraged.

Previously, when Wu Xie fought Wang Yan, he still considered Beiming Heng's reputation. However, in his fury, he cast it all aside.

With his back against a giant tree, Wu Xie let out a roar, his eyes turning blood-red. With a flick of his right hand, the flying dagger finally flew out.

Wu Xie rarely fought, especially since he was known as the Bloodthirsty Mad Doctor. Wherever he went, people treated him with utmost respect. Even those who were dissatisfied with him didn't need him to act; his patients would naturally step in and deal with them.

He was indeed the genuine Demon King Great Perfection. His flying daggers were exceptionally sharp and difficult to deal with. Usually, once he acted, a single dagger sufficed to claim the opponent's life.

However, trying to draw his dagger thrice today and failing to do so each time was a first.

But now, having found an opportunity to act, Wu Xie exerted all his strength in a formidable strike.

The flying dagger shot out from Wu Xie's hand like lightning. In the dense forest, only a flash of light was visible as it headed straight for Wang Yan.

The lightning-fast flash had barely left Wu Xie's right hand before it reached Wang Yan.

Seeing this, Hu Wei was terrified. In Wanghai City, Hu Wei had long heard of Wu Xie's infamous flying dagger, but today was the first time he had actually seen it.

It truly lived up to its reputation—a flying dagger that left nothing but death in its wake.

Hu Wei hurriedly wanted to warn Wang Yan, but the flying dagger was too fast. As soon as he opened his mouth, the dagger had already reached Wang Yan.

Hu Wei, who had just been about to speak, was left with his mouth wide open in shock and terror.

At that moment, Wang Yan, holding the Soul-Breaking Spear, stood coldly, watching as the flying dagger reached him, feeling a surge of courage.

Wang Yan had been confident in preventing Wu Xie from sending out his flying dagger, but since Wu Xie flaunted its power so much, Wang Yan deliberately allowed him the chance, wanting to see its true power for himself.

When the flying dagger reached his face, Wang Yan lifted the Soul-Breaking Spear, flicking it towards the dagger before him.

A "clang" rang out as the tip of the Soul-Breaking Spear clashed with the flying dagger.

The dagger, thin as a cicada's wing, shattered with a crisp sound as the spear tip struck, sending shards into the sky.

Seeing the dagger so easily broken, Hu Wei was left speechless, not believing that the much-feared flying dagger could be so fragile.

However, seeing the flying dagger deflected, there was no trace of annoyance on Wu Xie's face. Instead, a cold smile curved on his lips.

Even as he flicked the dagger away, Wang Yan frowned. He had felt that the flying dagger had no force behind it and was not formidable at all. The spear had made it seem too easy.

Could Wu Xie truly be a superficial power, or was there another reason?

At that moment, Wang Yan caught a glimpse of Wu Xie's cold smile and grew wary, his eyes full of caution.

The dagger's hundreds of fragments began descending from the air, seemingly innocuous, about to hit the dust.

This moment was when everyone was most at ease, even Hu Wei let out a breath of relief, remarking, "That really scared me, it was just that simple."

Before Hu Wei's words could settle, the hundreds of fragments about to hit dust suddenly flashed with light, instantly igniting a multitude of beams.

The beams dispersed in a flash, and the hundreds of shards transformed into hundreds of flying daggers. Each dagger was as thin as a cicada's wing, glinting coldly, identical to the original dagger.

The tips of the hundred daggers wavered, all aimed at Wang Yan. A continuous "whew" sound arose as they transformed into hundreds of lightning strikes aimed at Wang Yan.

These hundreds of flying daggers were even closer to Wang Yan, reaching him in the blink of an eye.

Wang Yan felt a chill run through him, realizing: so this is the true terror of the flying dagger.

Now, with no time to spare, Wang Yan could only focus on this fact. The hundreds of flying daggers were upon him. Raising the Soul-Breaking Spear, he flicked his wrist, sending the spear tip shaking wildly, forming a blossom of spear light.

The spear light was a cluster of hundreds of spear tips.

These hundreds of spear tips clashed with the incoming flying daggers, a continuous "clang clang" sounding, scattering the hundred daggers again as the Soul-Breaking Spear struck them, each breaking into hundreds of shards, falling towards the dust.

Seeing this, Hu Wei had turned pale, urgently shouting, "Wang Yan, run."

Wu Xie, however, merely laughed coldly, saying, "It's too late to run now."

By now, everyone understood what would happen next.

Indeed, those hundreds of flying daggers shattered, transforming into thousands of shards, each glimmering in the air.

Each glimmer transformed back into a flying dagger, thousands appeared in the air in an instant.

The icy tips aimed at Wang Yan.

Facing the thousands of flying daggers, Wang Yan burst into hearty laughter, the sound echoing into the sky: "I want to see just how many daggers you can create."

Saying this, Wang Yan pressed forward instead of retreating, stepping out and flicking the Soul-Breaking Spear towards the multitude of daggers.

Thousands of daggers shattered once more, but as the shards transformed back again, they became tens of thousands of daggers.

Wang Yan remained unfazed, coldly snorting, shaking the Soul-Breaking Spear to shatter the tens of thousands of daggers.

In no time, Wang Yan's Soul-Breaking Spear had shattered countless daggers in the air, the flying daggers now numbering in the millions, densely encircling Wang Yan.

Finally feeling overwhelmed, Wang Yan's Soul-Breaking Spear faltered, the tip dipping down.

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