Lin Yaotian was hard-pressed to defend himself, narrowly dodging one deadly strike after another. Wounds quickly accumulated on his body, staining his robes red with blood.
A chill had already settled in his heart.
He already had a hard time winning against Fang Lingyuan alone. Now, with the addition of the even more powerful Fang Han, whose swordsmanship was exceptionally cunning and ruthless, he stood no chance at all!
The shadow of death loomed over him, more palpable than ever before.
"It's over, Lin Yaotian."
Fang Han's voice was icy. His sword flashed like a comet, suddenly accelerating as it pierced through the flurry of sword shadows, thrusting ruthlessly toward Lin Yaotian.
Simultaneously, the glint of Fang Lingyuan's saber cut off all of Lin Yaotian's escape routes.
"SQUELCH!"
"Argh..."
The Cyan Blade Sword pierced cleanly through Lin Yaotian's throat, while Fang Lingyuan's long saber slashed viciously across his chest.
