"Who the hell do you think you are? Get lost!"
Ye Wushuang furiously smashed his fist forward, eight streams of murderous Blood Qi coiling around it with tyrannical force.
CLANG!
The tyrannical fist slammed into the blade, instantly shattering the True Qi that enveloped it. The immense force of the impact sent tremors through the longsword, making it buzz violently in Xia'an's hand.
Xia'an felt a powerful force travel up his arm, and the longsword was knocked from his grasp.
"A Combat Skill!"
"You have a Combat Skill!"
Xia'an's eyes went wide, his face a mask of surprise and shock. He even felt an urge to retreat.
He had never imagined that Ye Wushuang had practiced a Combat Skill.
However, just as the thought of retreat crossed his mind, his longsword was suddenly snatched by Ye Wushuang. Ye Wushuang's body straightened, and a cold Sword Aura grazed past Xia'an's arm, flashing before his very eyes.
A flash of Sword Light, and blood sprayed like a fountain!
