Lost Butterfly's figure abruptly vanished from where she stood.
That fierce streak of sword light struck only a faint afterimage.
She narrowed her eyes, secretly alarmed by this man's speed. It was actually this fast.
Only now did she truly see the plain-robed youth before her. She had completely failed to notice his presence earlier.
The thought sent a wave of lingering fear through Lost Butterfly's heart.
Had the treasure on her body, which could foretell fortune and misfortune, not suddenly trembled violently like beating drums, she would already have been separated from her head.
This treasure had helped her escape death several times at critical moments, never once failing.
Without the slightest hesitation, she immediately cut off her Dao technique, withdrew rapidly, and opened up the distance.
Had her reaction been any slower, that sword strike would already have severely injured her.
Anger surged in Lost Butterfly's eyes as she said coldly, "You're courting death."
Yu Ke had not expected his strike just now to be narrowly evaded by his opponent.
He said no more. Dao power circulated through his body and steadily lifted him into the air.
Yan Susu had not received Lost Butterfly's killing Dao technique. She slowly opened her eyes and saw the plain-robed youth standing before Lost Butterfly.
Him?
This person had actually stepped in and saved her.
She vaguely remembered him. He was an Outer Sect disciple named Yu Ke.
Yet even she and Ma Dao together had struggled to contend against Lost Butterfly. Could an Outer Sect disciple truly have a way to deal with her?
Yan Susu could not help but feel doubtful.
Her gaze shifted toward Lan Yu and Volcano Boy, who were locked in combat on the other side. The two remained deadlocked, with neither gaining the upper hand.
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