Li Cong reached out and thrust the soft sword in his hand towards Song Xian. His martial skills were already inferior to Xiao Chi, and after the night's ordeal, his sword's edge was easily blocked by the sword Song Xian wielded.
Li Cong swung his arm again, using all his strength to break free from Song Xian's suppression. But that was all he could do. As Li Cong took another step forward, his shin was kicked hard, and then a cold blade was pressed against his neck.
As Li Cong's leg could no longer support his body's weight and he knelt on one knee, Song Xian pulled out the dagger and hidden weapons from his waistband.
Sweat dripped down Li Cong's chin, his eyes bloodshot as he glared fiercely at Song Xian, a gaze resembling Xiao Chi's.
Yet behind this facade was a trace of excitement. He didn't want to die, but the thought of potentially overcoming Song Xian gave him some solace.
