"Aah—"
A piercing scream tore through the heavens.
Storyteller clutched his head for dear life. Seeing the masked man's body pierced clean through, he completely lost control.
"Whoosh!"
At that moment, the ground suddenly shook.
The next second, Yousi Sword curved back up from underground.
"Pssh—"
Another piercing sound rang out. This time, the masked man, who had fallen onto his back, was directly lifted up and carried high into the sky.
"Aah—"
Storyteller's scream, which had nearly died down, spiraled out of control again when he saw the masked man suffer a second injury.
Cen Qiaofu bared his teeth and covered his ears. Those two screams had nearly made his eardrums bleed.
"What's going on?"
Though he had no time to stop what was happening before him, Cen Qiaofu had witnessed the entire thing from the side.
This sudden black sword was controlled by no one. Why could it pierce the First Seat's chest a second time? What happened...
"Clang—"
Before he could think further, the masked man, carried into the sky by Yousi Sword, had already fallen from above and been nailed firmly to the ground by the vicious sword.
His body slid downward with it.
The third injury finally jolted the masked man awake from his unconscious state.
"Pfft!"
He spat out a huge mouthful of blood first.
Then, confusion finally surfaced in his clouded eyes. He saw the black shadow that had injured him. "Y-Yousi Sword?"
Cen Qiaofu was startled upon hearing that.
Yousi Sword? This black sword was Yousi Sword? In a flash, he pounced forward.
But someone was faster than him.
Storyteller took a great stride and shot to the masked man's side. He stretched out both hands, looking as though he wanted to help him up but did not dare touch him.
"Brother!"