"It doesn't matter who it is!" Wen Qingye sneered. With a flick of his wrist, the sword in his hand trembled, its cold glint aiming for Li Zhouyu's throat.
Li Zhouyu's mouth fell open, his eyes filled with terror.
But in that very instant, something unexpected happened.
CLANG!
Wen Qingye felt an immense force knock against his blade, the aftershock jolting him to the chest. Anyone else would have surely dropped their sword.
DRIP.
Blood trickled from the base of his thumb and dripped slowly to the ground. Wen Qingye's gaze shifted to the distant Hidden Peak Steward. It was he who had just intervened, stopping Wen Qingye's fatal strike.
This man's cultivation was profound, definitely above the Yin-Yang Realm.
