But in the next moment, it might be his own life that was lost.
They were like two little boats amid raging waves; to those on shore, they were a hair's breadth from capsizing at every instant.
Changsun Jue had never expected the situation to turn so perilous in an instant either. The girl had no concrete understanding of the Taiping Transport Gang, Profound Gate Grandmasters, or the Seventh and Eighth Growths, but the might of Qiu Tianyu's halberd splitting sixty yards of white waves had already gripped her heart tight.
One moment she had been marveling at her fellow student's swordsmanship; the next, such power had crushed her thoughts. She truly could not see how an enemy this powerful could be defeated.
"...Has no one alerted the authorities? Where are the Golden Guards?" She looked around anxiously, then turned back. "Z-Zhaoye, let's go report this."
Her close friend beside her was gripping her wrist just as tightly, the sweat on her palm already cold and clammy. Now she stared motionlessly at the lake with pursed lips and said hoarsely, "If the Golden Guards were willing to come, those two wouldn't have to be here."
"..."
Then the girl still gritted her teeth and frowned. "How can these two die here?! What on earth is Xu doing?"
But whatever those on shore felt, the flashing blades would not pause for even a fraction of a moment.
Ji Xionghu slammed another punch into Pei Ye's sword. At the merest contact, a terrifying surge of heat reddened a third of Mountain Feather's blade, raising white mist in the curtain of rain and making the youth spit out another mouthful of crimson blood.
The man truly bordered on half-mad. He could not be misled with intimidation or traps, because all he did was