Although a sense of strangeness arose persistently in her heart, Su Youyi's Lovesick sword in her hand did not cease, breaking through the Protective Array in front of Cen Zian as though slicing through bamboo, aiming straight for his face.
But just as the sword's edge was about to cleave Cen Zian in two, a similarly sharp sword light pierced through the Void, as deft as an antelope hanging its horns on a tree branch, a move of exquisite precision, precisely blocking Su Youyi's immensely powerful strike and saving Cen Zian.
"Huff… Ha… Huff... Ha…"
Cen Zian's heart, which had been in his throat, pounding like a drum, finally relaxed, and his pupils, shrunk to the size of rice grains, gradually began to dilate again.
With the anxiety lifted, Cen Zian started to gasp for air in great gulps, his back already soaked with cold sweat.
"Hmph hmph... Hahaha... Trying to kill me? Come, give it a try!"
