Zhang Yan glanced a few times and smiled inwardly. He couldn't let Xiao He act so recklessly, so he extended a finger, and a sword ball leaped out from between his brows, heading straight for Xiao He's face.
Xiao He suddenly caught a glimpse of a sword light slicing through the air toward him with a momentum far beyond what Liu Yan Yi could muster. Startled out of his wits, he no longer dared to strike forcibly and had to raise his sleeves, conjuring a wall of water with all his strength to shield himself.
The chilling and menacing sword light circled around him once. Seeing that it had forced him to withdraw his hand, it then disappeared without a trace.
