After the Kun Year

The Yang Guyun of now was no longer the same as before. His movement rhythm had completely broken free of common sense, and the zither's music had followed him several times without ever managing to control his steps.

Even so, the Twelve Guards' battle formation was still seamless.

Qi Mingqian's chess game kept shifting formations, the offense and defense between black and white coordinating as if without a single flaw.

After a quarter hour of clashing, Zhou Qiubai and Yang Guyun still had not found an opening to attack Qi Mingqian.

Damn it!

Still this hard to deal with.

Lu Qinghou brought his sword chopping down, forcing Zhou Qiubai back half a step.

Seizing the chance, he shouted toward Qi Mingqian, "Watch the formation's rhythm!"

Qi Mingqian did not even lift his head, his fingers moving the chess pieces faster and faster.

The other five soul skills were being used at the same time.

Only...

Why did he feel that something was off within the battle formation, yet could not say exactly where the problem was?

Yang Guyun's positioning was far too deliberately avoiding angles that would let him get close, while each of Zhou Qiubai's advances always managed to circle precisely around his position.

Those deliberate movements were suspicious in themselves.

But they were fighting too fast.

In that instant when Qi Mingqian's attention wavered, Zhou Qiubai moved.

The direction beneath his feet suddenly changed, and he leapt through the narrow gap between Mu Qianshan's blade edge and Ji Qingya's short blade.

This position was not within the predictive range of Qi Mingqian's chess game. At the sight, Qi Mingqian abruptly raised his head, his fingers already ready to place a piece—but that took time, even if only an instant, and that instant was exactly the flaw.

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