After exchanging more than ten moves, it was clear I'd narrowly escaped a trap.
Witnessing this scene, Han Wushang swiftly stood up.
Beside him, Sima Rou was already unable to sit still, her eyes filled with worry.
Several times, she wanted to admit defeat aloud, but finally held on to a sliver of hope, refraining from speaking out.
Her heart, clearly raised to her throat.
It's important to know, Han Xiaoru's Primordial Golden Body Technique hasn't reached the Silver Body Realm.
Facing an opponent of the same cultivation realm, if truly struck by the sword, enduring would be impossible...
Facing fatal injuries, one would still die.
On the other side, Changkong Martial Arts Hall's Gao Yue remained calm and composed, his palm resting on the sword hilt, his qi mechanism harmonious, fixed in Han Wushang's direction.
Clearly, he had already decided not to let them interfere with the match.
'So, it's him.'
