"Kill this brat first!"
Unable to flush out whoever might be lurking in the shadows, Ning Canghe's eyes suddenly blazed with murderous intent. His patience for further probing had run out. He stamped down, shattering the rock beneath his foot, and shot forward like an arrow loosed from a bow, his saber slashing out.
The blade swept through the red mist, drawing a long, narrow streak of cold light.
The next instant, that single streak split into three, then nine with a turn of Ning Canghe's wrist. Nine saber shadows crisscrossed, each seemingly real yet illusory, closing over Lu Chen from different angles.
Before the blade arrived, its razor-sharp energy had already shredded the surrounding red mist.
Lu Chen narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not immediately activate Golden Crow Blood Ignition.
The Flying Dragon Art flowed naturally through his feet. With a slight twist of his waist and hips, he became a roaming dragon threading between blades, his body bending sideways at an almost impossible angle.
The nine streaks of saber light descended, yet not one struck him.
A vicious gleam flashed through Ning Canghe's eyes.
Of course he knew how formidable Lu Chen's movement technique was.
During their earlier encirclement, the brat had relied on that bizarre technique to escape the combined assault of four Organ-Nourishing Realm experts. Now that they were fighting again, Ning Canghe had come prepared. His opening barrage had seemed airtight, but his true killing move had never been among those strikes.
"Die!"
Ning Canghe abruptly dropped his wrist.
All nine scattered streaks of saber light vanished, their momentum converging in a single instant. His saber swept diagonally toward Lu Chen from behind. The blade tore through the air with a piercing shriek, this strike far faster and stronger than the last.
Yet just