Qin Heng once again rushed in front of Wang Ruoxie, the poisoned black dagger in his hand stabbing directly towards the opponent's heart vein.
In his opinion, no matter how strong Wang Ruoxie's body was, it couldn't possibly withstand a middle-grade spiritual artifact dagger, let alone one poisoned.
Therefore, even if the dagger couldn't pierce through Wang Ruoxie's heart vein, as long as it broke the body's surface, death would be inevitable.
A cold smile appeared in Qin Heng's eyes, as if he had already seen Wang Ruoxie's death at his hands.
He coldly laughed in his heart, what use was talent and strength if he would still die by his hand.
However, in the next moment, Qin Heng's expression froze, the smile in his eyes disappeared, replaced by endless fear and despair.
Everyone around who also thought Wang Ruoxie was doomed had faces full of disbelief.
