He raised the Heavenly Sword high, ready to deliver the final blow to Fang Yue.
But just then, he suddenly sensed a change in Fang Yue.
It was a swift and violent change.
Jian Wufeng couldn't say exactly what had changed, but the instinct that had saved his life countless times over the long years urged him to kill Fang Yue immediately! Otherwise, something very, very bad was sure to happen!
So Jian Wufeng moved!
With far greater force than he'd put into the previous two strikes, he brought down this final blow!
HUM!!
The dragon-shaped phantom on the Heavenly Sword nearly became real as it came crashing down like a guillotine!
This strike should have cleaved Fang Yue in two and killed him outright.
But the instant a half-wing of pitch-black feathers suddenly burst from Fang Yue's back, everything that "should have happened" vanished into nothingness!
Jian Wufeng's Heavenly Sword stopped.
It hung in midair, firmly pinched between someone's index and ring fingers, unable to descend even half an inch!
"How... is that possible?!"
Jian Wufeng's eyes widened in shock, his face full of disbelief.
Because the person holding his Heavenly Sword between two fingers was none other than Fang Yue, who should have been lying on the ground waiting to die!
Now, if one looked closely, countless tiny tadpole-like characters seemed to shimmer around Fang Yue's fingers, half-real and half-illusory, rising and falling.
In that instant, Jian Wufeng completely lost his sense of Fang Yue's strength.
At that moment, Fang Yue was like a bottomless pit, unfathomable!
"What are you... what are you?!"
Jian Wufeng's lips trembled as he tried to speak, but his body seemed to slip beyond his control. He abruptly wrenched the sword free from Fang Yue's fingers and slashed at him again!
The Heavenly