Ye Chen suddenly spit out a mouthful of strong pain. He first looked at his pierced chest, then looked at Feng Yixiu in front of him, his face full of incredibleness.

"You... weren't you killed by me?" Ye Chen said vaguely with a blood clot in his mouth.

No matter what, he never expected that under the sting of his full force, Feng Yixiu was just pierced into one palm and was not stabbed at all.

Logically speaking, his spiritual weapons are given to him as much as ordinary weapons. Even if the War Spirit King, who has activated the third-level source warrior, was stabbed unexpectedly, he would probably have to regret it on the spot!

"You are the only one who is a third-level source warrior? Sorry, so is me!" Feng Yixiu said with a expressionless face.

He had just been on guard against the other side that the other party would suddenly attack. Just as the opponent was stabbing his heart, he took the opportunity to take a few steps back and remove most of its strength.

Then he added that he is now a third-level source warrior, his skin is like steel bars and iron bones. He has also tested the data after the third-level source warrior. Each item has reached the peak of the third-level source matter, and many data have surpassed the record.

If it weren't for being stabbed hard, at most it would be just a skin trauma and would not be shaken at all.

"This... is really possible!" After hearing this, Ye Chen was even more surprised and vomited several mouthfuls of pain. It seemed that only the air was out of breath but not in.

Feng Yixiu walked sideways with a sneer, patted Ye Chen on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "I also deliberately asked you to assassinate me, but I didn't expect you to be fooled! You are still too tender when you fight me!"

"You! You! You!" Ye Chen said three words in a row, and in a hurry, even his internal organs were vomited out in anger.

At this time, Dongfang Xiamo's hand holding the Misilian dagger was trembling. This was his first time killing someone!

Although he didn't take the initiative to kill him, he did die at his hands. After all, he was just a little girl who was about to become an adult, and he didn't dare to do such things normally.

Feng Yixiu took the mitsilver dagger from Dongfang Xiamo, and then pulled it out very casually.

As soon as the dagger was pulled out, blood spurted out like a blowout on Ye Chen's chest, and he screamed and fell into a pool of blood.

What is surprising is that this mitsilver dagger was not stained with a drop of blood. The bright red blood actually flowed through the blood tank above, and it still looked very clean.

He kept struggling on the ground, staring at the ancient mitral dagger in Feng Yixiu's hand, wanting to say something, but he could only spit out blood.

Feng Yixiu sneered and said lightly: "You want to ask why this dagger hurts you! This dagger is not an ordinary dagger. It is made of mitral silver. It can easily cut iron like mud and cut gold and jade. It is also your luck that you can die under this dagger."

Finally, Ye Chen stopped struggling and had no breathing before the medical team in the audience came up.

Then the medical team directly carried Ye Chen's body on a stretcher and covered it with a white cloth.

For a moment, the entire audience was silent, and everyone looked at Ye Chen who was being carried down with a serious look on his face.

Although almost all of them thought that Ye Chen deserved it, they still had a very tacit understanding and did not applaud them together.
Chapter completed!