The nameless soldier sent the small, thin figure flying into the air with a shockwave and paid him no further mind. When he turned back, Qin Shiyue had already collapsed onto the ground, his flexible sword tossed aside as he drew a white jade bottle from his robes. The nameless soldier sneered. After all the trouble he had gone through, and after needling Qin Shiyue with words, was it not all to deny him the time to dispel the poison?
With that thought, he raised his saber again and decisively chopped down at Qin Shiyue. Yet Qin Shiyue did not even spare the killing curved saber a glance. He remained calm as he steadily took out the jade bottle, pulled its stopper, and poured out the Poison-Dispelling Pill.
The curved saber once more hung above Qin Shiyue's head, ready to reap his life.
But just then, a voice rang out. "You bastard, how can you be so rude? I came to draw my sword and lend a hand, yet you actually ignored me. Won't you even give me this little bit of face?"
The soldier looked up and saw Zhang Xiaohua—the very person he had just blasted into the air. Zhang Xiaohua had kicked off the roof of the hall and borrowed the force to shoot back like an arrow loosed from the string. That little sword, like a child's toy, was held before his chest and stabbed straight for the soldier's throat.
The first time, Zhang Xiaohua had used the Floating Technique, and his speed had already been astonishing. This time, borrowing the momentum of his descent, he was even faster. The soldier had no time to cut down Qin Shiyue and could only turn back to strike the incoming little sword. This time, he used all his strength,