C327 Metathesis

Yang Chen's face still had traces of blood on it. His face was still very pale, but his eyes gradually turned clear. There was a faint smile hanging on his lips, as if he was in a good mood.

Lowering his head and looking at the dagger on his chest, Yang Chen snickered.

Grasping it, he pulled it out and easily threw it to the corner where the Nine-tailed White Fox was standing