At the same time, two pitch-black short swords abruptly appeared around him, stabbing toward Yi Chen with a biting, cold gleam.
As he watched the pitch-black short swords hurtle toward him, Yi Chen's expression involuntarily darkened.
These pitch-black short swords were clearly soul weapons.
Although the threat they posed was nowhere near that of his Thunder Dragon Sword and Heavenly Frost Saber.
They were more than enough to deal with an ordinary Titled Douluo, or even an ordinary Battle Emperor.
Am I really going to die here? Defiance filled Yi Chen's eyes as countless thoughts flashed through his mind.
Just then, the clear, melodious notes of a stringed instrument suddenly rang out nearby.
"Ting-a-ling..."
In an instant, strange ripples spread outward.
Those ripples enveloped the entire battlefield.
Sensing those strange ripples, the black-robed man froze briefly, but his assault on Yi Chen did not slow in the slightest.
Yi Chen seized the opportunity to dodge, narrowly avoiding a direct hit from the black-robed man, though the attack still grazed him and nearly injured him.
"Hm? This is a mental attack!" After evading the fatal strike, Yi Chen looked into the distance and frowned.
Soon, he spotted a woman in a long white dress standing a thousand meters away, quietly holding a pipa.
"You're not welcome here. Get lost!" Yi Chen growled at the woman in white, his face full of anger.
"Hee-hee, are you angry, young master...? Oh, I'm so scared~" The woman gave a seductive laugh, then swayed her slender waist as she approached Yi Chen.
At the sight, the corner of Yi Chen's mouth twitched.
She was the very picture of a fox spirit.
"Brat, if you know what's good for you, kneel and beg for mercy now, or I'll leave nothing of you, not even your bones!"