In his mind, that grab would be enough to kill this brat who did not know the height of heaven or depth of earth in an instant and seize the exotic beast.
Seeing Fang Yuan standing there dumbfounded, his eyes filled with even greater disdain. Couldn't he even react...?
Thinking of Senior Sister Li's solemn certainty yesterday, he almost wanted to laugh...
This opportunity was meant to be his.
Yet, at the very instant his claw wind reached Fang Yuan.
"Clang!"
A clear saber hum rang out without warning!
The Ghost Head Saber traced a mysterious arc before Fang Yuan, faster than Zhao Mang's claw wind. Though launched later, it arrived first, slashing precisely at his wrist without the slightest deviation!
The saber light was icy and grim, carrying a resolute sharpness that seemed capable of severing all things!
Zhao Mang's heart jolted. This saber technique looked somewhat familiar!
"Five Tiger Severing Gate Saber Technique?"
Yet it was different from the Five Tiger Severing Gate Saber Technique he remembered from the sect!
There was no time to think!
His response was incredibly swift. He forcibly changed his claw strike into a palm strike,
using the Five Tiger Sect's rather famous palm technique, the Shattering Gold Hand, and fiercely slapped at the blade, intending to knock his opponent's weapon away with his immense force.
"Clang!"
Palm and saber collided with a muffled ring.
The sight Zhao Mang had expected—his opponent's saber flying from his hand—never came. Instead, an incomparably sharp penetrating force shot through the edge of his palm, numbing his entire arm!
What horrified him even more was that the force transmitted through the opponent's blade was also remarkably heavy. This was definitely not the strength of an ordinary Second-Rank Martial Artist!
"Hmm? You've got some skill!" Zhao Mang withdrew