At the very moment the blade was about to reach Shantong'er, it suddenly stopped abruptly!
"——!?"
Yu Wencheng was shocked and didn't have time to see what happened. He felt his hand pause, a strong force grounding him, and then his sword slid backward from his tight grip, with the hilt hitting his shoulder, while the blade withdrew from Shantong'er's face!
Shantong'er breathed a sigh of relief, drenched in cold sweat, and quickly stepped back.
But Yu Wencheng hadn't reacted yet. Instinctively, he tightened his grip on the sword, but the hilt was already pressed against his shoulder, making retreat impossible, so two strong forces bent his sword hilt forcibly!
