If even that saber technique could not break Lan Ziyi's Spirit Garment defense, then there would be little point in ganging up on her even with Yiyi and Amber.
Still, he had to give it a try!
But the opponent was too fast. To land that strike on her, he would have to create an opening.
As the two clashed, Lu Ye suddenly staggered, seemingly unable to sustain his momentum.
How could Lan Ziyi miss such an opportunity? Her right-hand sword thrust out, piercing straight through Lu Ye's abdomen and emerging from his back!
Lu Ye gave a muffled groan.
Before Lu Ye could counterattack, Lan Ziyi's left-hand sword had already stabbed toward him. This thrust was aimed at his neck; if it landed, even if Lu Ye did not die, he would lose his ability to fight.
The sharp sword rapidly enlarged in his vision. Just as it reached his eyes, Lu Ye suddenly raised his left hand before him.
The sword tip pierced through his palm and stabbed straight through.
Lu Ye reached forward with his large hand, allowing the entire sword to pass through his palm, then clenched his left hand into a fist.
Smack!
His clenched fist seized one of Lan Ziyi's hands.
The woman opposite him looked up, her eyes brimming with shock. What met her gaze was Lu Ye's cold expression. In that instant, she realized something.
She had fallen for it!
Lu Ye's earlier stagger had merely been bait, bait to lure her into overextending herself.
But such bait had also cost Lu Ye dearly. One sword had pierced his abdomen, another had pierced his palm. He was ruthless toward his enemy, but even more ruthless toward himself.
A warning surged within Lan Ziyi's heart, and prickling pain arose across her skin—the sign