This is not surprising, it can even be said it's too normal!
Yang Wenshu knows these petty people best; what pursuits could they have beyond their daily petty schemes?
But this time, he dared to target Yang Wenshu. Truly fed up with living!
"Clang!"
As the sword blade sliced through the air, it formed a silver arc, accompanied by a rolling wave of energy.
Yang Wenshu sneered coldly.
"Swish!"
In an instant, Nie Tong was beheaded in front of him, almost unobstructed, with blood spurting out.
The sword in Yang Wenshu's hand was supposed to smoothly cut through the blood and return to its sheath.
But the next moment, he suddenly felt his sword was blocked by something unmovable.
It seemed that...
Someone's fingers had caught it!
Upon realizing this, Yang Wenshu was momentarily stunned, then lifted his head, looking through the flying blood to meet a pair of cold eyes like icy stars.
Across the fallen headless corpse of Nie Tong, a person had appeared out of nowhere.
