Seeing Li Chen brandish his sword for the kill, Young Master Xue had been well-prepared, preemptively raising his Yin Yang Sword to block.
"Clang!"
The two swords collided mid-air, scattering sparks like thousands of stars, which faded with the wind. The faces of the combatants flickered eerily between light and dark, an unsettling sight.
Unbeknownst to himself, Young Master Xue had already developed a hint of fear towards Li Chen, seeking a chance to flee rather than continue this entanglement.
Therefore, after a single exchange, his momentum started to falter rapidly. His chest felt like it had been violently struck by a speeding train as he staggered backwards.
"Spurt!"
A taste of sweetness in his throat was followed by a gush of fresh blood.
Just as Young Master Xue Wuxie believed his death inevitable today, three streaks of light shot across the depths of the clouds.
Seeing this, he was overjoyed, assuming they were reinforcements sent from the Heavenly Net Headquarters.
