The slender sword flashed with shimmering arcs as it shot toward him. Jiang Hao was sitting in a chair; he suddenly leaned back and kicked the table in front of him.
Whoosh~!
Jiang Hao dodged the fatal sword strike, but the slender blade still cut a gash across his chest. Blood instantly dyed his white scholar's robe red.
Crash!
The table before Jiang Hao exploded apart and flew toward Shangguan Yunhe. Shangguan Yunhe slashed at it several times with his slender sword, and the solid hardwood table shattered with a clatter, scattering across the floor. The oil lamp that had been on the table fell and broke, spilling lamp oil everywhere.
It even set the table ablaze, making the room brighter.
Shangguan Yunhe moved again, thrusting his second sword at Jiang Hao as he sneered, "Putting on airs. I thought you were something impressive, but you're just all bark and no bite, a fraud meant to fool people. Today, you'll come here and never leave!"
Jiang Hao's chair was still tipped backward and had not yet hit the ground. Seeing the slender sword stab toward him, he still had nowhere to dodge. Jiang Hao suddenly waved his hand and shouted, "Behold my magic treasure!"
With a wave of Jiang Hao's hand, a massive object suddenly appeared in midair—it was the Stone Lion from the Lin residence. Seeing the huge object crashing down, Shangguan Yunhe did not dare take it head-on. He hurriedly tried to dodge, pushing off the ground to leap aside.
But just as he planted his foot and exerted force, it slipped with a hiss.
By sheer coincidence, Shangguan Yunhe had stepped into a puddle of oil. Instead of finding purchase, his foot slipped. This was entirely the work of the Misfortune Talisman. At that moment, the Stone