Just when Zhan Fei thought that he could smash the top of Ji Fengyan's head, his palm that was slamming down was frozen in midair!
A huge palm had firmly grabbed onto Zhan Fei's wrist and forcefully placed his palm at the distance of a fist away from Ji Fengyan.
Zhan Fei could not imagine someone would stop that attack. He immediately looked up to see a handsome-looking man, who had an upright eye between his brows, suddenly appearing beside Ji Fengyan. And the hand that had grabbed onto his wrist belonged to this man!
With a straight face, there were completely no emotions on that man's face. Zhan Fei could not even detect his breath before he had suddenly closed up on him!
"Yang Jian," Ji Fengyan sat calmly on the chair and called out softly.
Yang Jian immediately flipped his hand and locked Zhan Fei's wrist, while his other hand that was holding onto the three pointed, double-edged sword suddenly aimed towards Zhan Fei's head!
