"...!"
With every word he spoke, Yu Wenye's pupils deepened, but even as he tried his best to suppress his emotions and his somewhat chaotic heartbeat and breathing, the two of them were so close, even their weapons were crossing paths. Every slight tremor from his Mo Blade was clearly transmitted to the opponent's hand.
Xue Xian's face turned cold, and he sneered, "Are you still so confident?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly exerted force with his hand.
Yu Wenye originally intended to hold his ground, but at this moment, a sudden dull pain hit his chest, a nightmare that plagued him even during his unconscious days. He immediately felt short of breath, and the powerful force pushed him back as he lost his strength.
Damn it!
