Shi Feiyang seized the moment when his enemy's moves were exhausted, revealing a flaw, and swiftly drew the Myanmar Saber.
The blade gleamed with a cold light, like a silver lightning bolt.
His movements were as quick as lightning as he charged into the enemy ranks. With the swing of the Myanmar Saber, cold light scattered in all directions, creating sharp blade beams wherever it passed. The Jinyi Guards fell one after another, their screams echoing intermittently in the rainy night.
Master Yuan Chi sat quietly on the painted boat, like an ancient Buddha statue. The years had etched deep wrinkles on his face, yet they couldn't conceal the extraordinary serenity.
His eyes were slightly closed, holding a wine cup lightly in his hand. He occasionally took a sip of the fine wine, then picked up a peanut and put it into his mouth, savoring it slowly, as if the external battle had nothing to do with him.
