The Deer-Cutting Saber

On the last days of summer, the weather was unbearably hot and dry.

This streak of light appeared, as though a spark had sprung up in a towering haystack. In an instant, it seemed ready to set everything between heaven and earth ablaze!

Hu Keke let out a soft cry, as if he had seen a saber appear in Wang Xian's hand.

A saber he had never seen before—a saber as white as jade, yet capable of seizing the soul.

Wang Xian withdrew his gaze from the sky, glanced at the Blind Man, and said coldly, "Raise your sword against me, and you will die."

With that, as if responding to the Blind Man's request, he stepped forward.

That single step carried him away from the little courtyard's entrance and to the glittering lakeshore.

This was also where he had once slain the assassin A Lang.

Hu Keke froze. He had not expected Wang Xian to leave the courtyard and head for the lake, and as he spoke, he was about to rush after him.

"Young Master!"

The Crow cried out in alarm. "You can't go out... That fellow will get angry!"

In the Crow's eyes, even if Wu Huan had lost an arm, the Young Master and he together still would not be that fellow's match.

What's more, Wang Xian had instructed them never to take half a step beyond the courtyard.

The Blind Man froze and looked toward the lake.

He turned to glance at Wu Huan, then strode after Wang Xian, thinking, I was wondering if you would dare leave this courtyard. Who would have thought you would court death yourself?

But that was not the reason. This would be the battle he had long awaited—the final battle.

Standing quietly by the lakeshore, Wang Xian turned himself