Duan Tianya frowned. It was obvious that he had the upper hand. He didn't see the two men's iron fist impact just now. Yang Tian suffered from the dark loss. Even the corners of his mouth oozed blood. But why did he have a funny smile on his face? At this time, he felt a sharp chill under his right rib. Then, a chill came into his body. Duan Tianya looked down in horror, but Yang Tian's left hand was holding a thin cicada wing blood red knife, which was deeply stabbing into the next inch of his right rib. Yang Tian, who is cruel and ruthless, is still twisting...