"She didn't really want to kill me, did she?"
The resentment accumulated over ten thousand years was far beyond Hua Zhen's imagination. Watching the silver motes dancing across the sky trace dazzling arcs before descending upon him again, he could only feel his teeth ache.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh... BOOM—!
There was no time for him to think. In a flash, a rain of blades formed from Silver Blades came crashing down. In an instant, the ground churned like boiling water, smoke spread everywhere, and thunderous roars rang without end.
At first, Hua Zhen could evade the Silver Blades by setting up wormholes around himself. But gradually, as their numbers surged and Kesha increased her computational speed, that method became useless. There would always be one or two cold gleaming blades flying out from tricky angles, impossible to guard against.
"This is going to kill me~"
Left with no choice, he could only pull out another longsword to block them.
His hands blurred into afterimages, and the clanging rang out in a continuous stream. He spun, leaped, bent backward like an iron bridge, twisted his waist, stuck out his ass, and rolled around like a donkey.
The series of evasive maneuvers was so impressive that even he wanted to slam the table in admiration. Heh, they were just a few Silver Blades. Even with serious injuries, I can still move as nimbly as the wind.
Thinking this, he took advantage of an opening while dodging the Silver Blades to cast a smug glance at Kesha. But the next second, his expression froze, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Compared with the smoke-filled chaos and desperate struggle on Hua Zhen's side, Kesha's side was the complete opposite. She could not have looked more relaxed.
Bright sunlight fell over her, making her