The wind blade that came toward him was extremely vicious, without the slightest intent of holding back. Yun Che slightly shifted his body to the side and dodged the blade strike, yet Fu Yanjie’s blade then swept upwards in the next instant… The direction of its sweep, was clearly Yun Che’s face.
Yun Che’s gaze focused. Then, he flew into an extreme rage… I could forgive breaking my arm, and I can even endure losing half my life, but this mother f*cker actually wants to ruin my face!! This cannot be tolerated and forgiven by any means; even if an old uncle can endure and tolerate his wife, I still won’t tolerate this!