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"Ahhh!"

Yin Wuchuan let out a roar and forcibly twisted his body. His flexible sword snapped back like a startled venomous serpent, throwing all its strength into blocking this crippling strike.

Clang!

A crisp ring of metal striking metal.

Zhang Sanxian's black longsword struck with flawless precision upon the weakest point of Yin Wuchuan's returning sword—the spine of the blade.

In an instant, a terrifying baleful force, icy enough to gnaw at bone, erupted.

Whoosh!

Yin Wuchuan felt a corrosive baleful force, both freezing and scorching, surge wildly along his flexible sword.

His entire right arm went numb with stabbing pain, while the blood and qi in half his chest and abdomen churned violently. Even the flexible sword in his hand nearly flew free.

He staggered back five steps, each one stamping deep footprints and dense cracks into the hard floor, before he finally managed to dissipate that horrifying force.

"You—"

Yin Wuchuan looked at his violently trembling right arm and the flexible sword that still hummed ceaselessly in his hand. Raising his head toward Zhang Sanxian, he asked in utter shock, "Who exactly are you?!"

Since when had such a terrifying swordsman appeared in the martial world? His swordsmanship was so lofty it was simply unheard of.

Even Yin Wuchuan's full-powered strike in his Boiling Blood Burning Marrow state had been so effortlessly neutralized—and he had nearly lost the hand that held his sword.

"The hand holding your sword is shaking. Your heart is in chaos."

Zhang Sanxian raised his hollow eye sockets as though "looking" at Yin Wuchuan, then said indifferently, "You are unworthy of using a sword, and unworthy of asking my name."

Yin Wuchuan froze, then roared in furious rage, "Bastard! Do not look down on me! Myriad Serpent Strangulation!"

With that roar, he gripped his