Xiao Heng calmly used Dou Qi to pull out the longsword lodged in his back. Then, with a surge of Dou Qi, he crushed it directly in his hand. His aura weakened slightly. Though it was only slight, it proved that this sword strike had indeed inflicted considerable damage on him.
Xiao Heng turned around and looked at the man, a faintly smug smile appearing on his face. He chuckled. "The gap between us doesn't seem to be as great as you claimed."
The man's expression grew even calmer, but beneath that calm, his killing intent became increasingly intense, ready to erupt at any moment.
"From now on, you won't have another chance to touch me."
Xiao Heng neither confirmed nor denied it. He tilted his head and beckoned to the man. This intensely provocative gesture undoubtedly made the man even angrier.
His figure suddenly vanished. He seemed to transform into the wind, roaming freely through the air as though nothing could stop him—not even Xiao Heng.
Seeing this, the Blood Saber Saint outside the battlefield became even more anxious.
"My little ancestor! Why do you have to pick a fight with this guy? Can't you just... Ah! Forget it!"
After grumbling helplessly, the Blood Saber Saint let out a deep sigh. He then tightened his grip on the Ghost Head saber in his hand and fixed his gaze on Xiao Heng, ready to intervene and rescue him at any time.
The onslaught continued. The gentle breeze turned into fierce gales and storms, continuously battering Xiao Heng. Xiao Heng stood where he was, repeatedly forced back by the attacks.
He could only defend with all his strength. He simply could not touch that man with his attacks, and even when he did, they would be blocked.
Xiao Heng had trump