A hundred long sabers flashed with blinding, soul-chilling cold light beneath the moon.
"Little Guan Gong, your loyalty and righteousness are unmatched—whatever you do, don't let go of me!" Ding Xiu roared.
Su Changqing's eyes narrowed slightly. With a tap of his toes, he raised his leg and kicked, golden light flashing around his foot as it struck Ding Xiu's chest.
The two soared into the air like twin eagles, instantly flying clear as the hundred steel sabers beneath the deck slashed through empty air.
Su Changqing used the force to propel himself upward, landing atop the red boat's sail.
Golden-embroidered flying fish patterns adorned his robes, his sleeves fluttering in the wind. Su Changqing drew Frost Snow Saber, frost blossoms blooming as he held it horizontally in his hand, his cold, sharp gaze sweeping across everyone present.
Ding Xiu spat out a mouthful of blood, scattering crimson through the sky before crashing into the red boat's pavilion, shattering redwood and writhing in agony.
"Cough, cough... you're really ruthless."
Ding Xiu howled in pain as he struggled to rise. He had no idea how many ribs in his chest had broken, and his scalp tingled with fear, yet he was even more shocked by Su Changqing's decisive reaction.
This had been the optimal solution. Ding Xiu had served as a stepping stone, while Su Changqing had borrowed the force to leap again in midair and evade the hundred fatal blades.
He grabbed me by the neck—did he plan to use me as a stepping stone all along?
And he calls himself Little Guan Gong? Loyalty and righteousness for all eternity?
Ding Xiu could not describe the bitterness in his heart. Fear filled his eyes as he stared at Su Changqing above.
"Keep yourself alive," Su Changqing called from afar.
"Keep