escended like a storm of wind and rain.Since leaving Qingyun Mountain, Lu Ye would insist on practicing his swordsmanship for more than two hours every day as long as conditions allowed. This kind of...On the stage, Zi'an quickly retreated, but a wound was still cut across his chest and abdomen. Facing him, Lu Ye leaned forward and struck again with another blow.

Zi An narrowly dodged a rolling gourd, barely escaping its impact. As she rose to her feet, her body was covered in mud stained crimson with blood, looking utterly dishevelled.

He barely managed to steady himself before a gust of wind hit him from behind. He snarled like a rabid dog, feeling a sharp pain on his head as if something had sliced off a chunk of his scalp.

The, heedless of Li Baxian's motives for leaving him to face such an opponent alone. The defense of Lingxi Town was drawing to a close; this was a chance to strike down an enemy, and he wouldn't let it p...