"You wretched boy, how dare you be so arrogant!"
Taking the upper hand, Li Xian chased forward, his blade like the wind, weaving a net of strikes. At this moment, Wang Bao was unable to fend off the attack, his blade movements sluggish. Li Xian reversed the edge of his sword, intent on slicing off Wang Bao's wrist.
Just then, a booming voice suddenly echoed. A figure swiftly darted out, moving at incredible speed, reaching them in the blink of an eye.
He grabbed Wang Bao by the nape, flinging him backward, and out of danger. Then, he let out a cold snort and raised his palm to strike toward Li Xian's face.
Although he used his hand, his saber skills were undoubtedly exceptional. This palm strike cleverly bypassed all the sword paths, seemingly ordinary but possessing unmatched killing power, exquisite in technique.
Li Xian thought, "What a fine palm!" and without hesitation, mobilized his inner qi, and with his left hand, transformed it into a palm to strike back.
