"This cut, it's either your death, or my demise!"
At that moment, a finger lightly blocked Ye Qianlang's 'saber'.
"Actually blocking with a single finger?"
"You're too arrogant!"
At the moment when rage filled Ye Qianlang's heart, his opponent's voice also reached his ears.
"Such fine heartwood should not die at this time."
"But unfortunately... the gap between us is simply too large."
"So even if I try my best to defeat you without killing you."
"It is still possible that I may fail."
"Let's see what luck brings you."
Before Ye Qianlang could fully comprehend the meaning behind the other's words, he felt his fingers, arms, shoulders all shatter in rapid succession.
The once heaven-splitting, earth-shattering saber intent within him also collapsed in that instant.
He stared blankly as the scene unfolded, completely at a loss as to why their collision resulted in his absolute defeat.
