"Mr. Ji, you..."
Ye Chunsheng knew Ji Qing's blade was faster.
Back at Suspended Temple, he had lost.
But no matter how fast Ji Qing's blade was, there had to be a limit. Could he save Zhao Jingjing unharmed?
Ye Chunsheng was not the only one who doubted it. Zhao Wuya, the disciples of Sword Forging Manor, and the gathered Jianghu folk all had their doubts as well.
The "Startling Swan Blade" was indeed fast.
But could it be faster than the blade the man in black held against Zhao Jingjing's throat?
The other man only needed to exert the slightest force, and the keen edge would easily slice open Zhao Jingjing's neck.
The foremost beauty of Jiangnan might well perish like fallen fragrance and shattered jade.
At that moment, every gaze fell upon Ji Qing.
Yet Ji Qing walked toward the man in black, one steady step at a time.
"Stop!"
"If you dare take another step forward, I'll kill Zhao Jingjing!"
the man in black warned.
But what did Ji Qing do?
He did not stop. He kept walking forward.
"You don't care whether Zhao Jingjing lives or dies? Fine, then don't blame me..."
Gritting his teeth, the man in black applied a little force with the blade in his hand.
But at that instant, a sudden change erupted.
Boom.
An invisible pressure abruptly descended upon him.
The man in black stared at Ji Qing in horror.
He had just tried to exert force, only to discover that the hand gripping his blade was trembling faintly.
He could not use any strength at all.
Even moving so much as a finger now seemed incredibly difficult.
In his heart, he roared madly.
Move... Move, damn it...
The man in black had no idea what was happening. How had he