C2722 Trash Is Trash

"Die!"

As his lips spat out cold words, he lunged at Chu Tian once again. The black short knife in his hand cut through the air and slashed at Chu Tian's neck with a bone-piercing coldness.

Chu Tian's pupils shrank, and he quickly moved two Zhang horizontally to dodge the old man's fatal attack.

However, this time, the old man didn't plan to give Chu Tian any more time to catch his breath