High in the sky, the Night Dawn Sword carried Zheng Fan on its back.
Without anyone noticing, a streak of cold light shot straight toward the Night Dawn Sword.
The cold light carried not a trace of killing intent, and its aura was completely concealed. Even with the Night Dawn Sword's senses, it only vaguely detected something wrong when the attack was barely three meters away. At that distance, dodging was already impossible.
At the last instant, Zheng Fan sprang up from where he lay on the Night Dawn Sword. First, he struck the sword with his palm, forcing it down more than ten meters. Then his hands and feet moved in unison as he assumed the stance of the Azure Dragon Sword Dance in midair, stirring waves of spatial distortion.
Under the influence of the Azure Dragon Sword Domain, the incoming streak of cold light slowed sharply, but its course remained unwavering as it hurtled straight toward Zheng Fan's dantian.
"Ah!" Zheng Fan let out a long cry. Forming a sword with his right fingers, he performed the Flowing Water Sword Style, creating curtains of water to wear away the cold light's cutting edge. His left hand shone with a milky-white radiance-the Time Art he had recently comprehended. Whenever a flaw appeared in the Flowing Water Sword Style's defense, a ray of milky-white light slipped into it. Though it could not reverse time, it increased his hand speed a hundredfold, just enough to correct his mistakes. Yet each ray of milky-white light also made Zheng Fan cough up a mouthful of blood.
When Zheng Fan coughed up his third mouthful of blood, Calumon finally snapped out of the shock. Five consecutive card swipes brought the cold light to a halt just an inch in front of Zheng Fan.
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