Xiao Yang had incomparably rich combat experience and an exceptionally keen sense of danger.
When Lin Taichu had suddenly attacked and killed his enemy earlier, Xiao Yang had known that Lin Taichu must have something to rely on.
Now, his guess had indeed been confirmed.
Even so, he was not afraid in the slightest.
Crack!
He clenched his right fist as vast true qi surged into it, producing the sound of bones grinding together. Then he threw a punch.
Fist and sword collided, sending a spark flying.
"How could this be?"
Lin Taichu's expression changed drastically. He felt intense pain in the web between his thumb and forefinger, and his longsword nearly flew from his grasp.
Crack!
Immediately afterward, with a crisp sound, the longsword in his hand snapped, and he was sent flying backward.
That was not all.
A huge depression appeared in Lin Taichu's shoulder. Half his shoulder had caved in, revealing a pitch-black hole.
"Young Master Lin!"
"Young Master!"
At the sight, Zhao Yuan and the other two black-clothed Guards were frightened out of their wits and rushed forward.
"Get lost!"
Lin Taichu was disheveled and utterly miserable.
With an angry roar, he shoved the Guards away. His eyes were bloodshot as he stared fixedly at Xiao Yang.
"Xiao Yang, I'll fight you to the death!"
Before his words had even faded, he hooked his toe, sending a thick branch shooting toward him. It wrapped around his waist and pulled him into the air.
The next moment, Lin Taichu stomped heavily on the ground.
Crack!
A dull boom rang out, and the ancient tree split apart inch by inch before crumbling into powder.
Borrowing the recoil, Lin Taichu charged toward Xiao Yang.
"Heh. Since you're in such a hurry to die, I'll send you on your way."