At this moment, Shi Qian's heart was filled with a sense of powerlessness.
Shi Qian spat out blood and looked at Cha Bei in front of him, speaking in a deep voice, "Cha Bei? Just now, the three of you teamed up against me, I couldn't deal with you. Now that you're alone, don't think I'm injured, but going forward, I absolutely can kill you!"
"Arrogant!"
Cha Bei sneered, swinging his knife again. Shi Qian narrowly dodged it, but as he attacked Cha Bei, he didn't have the same agility as at the beginning.
A visible decline in strength.
But.
For reasons unknown, although Cha Bei outwardly appeared indifferent, unafraid, and arrogant towards Shi Qian, he still harbored a peculiar worry.
Uneasiness.
"Why!"
Cha Bei felt somewhat gloomy.
Where did this sense of uneasiness originate?
Shi Qian had already been half-crippled!
