There was a blade, and there were fists.
The blade was the Tea-Rain Blade.
The long blade knocked the Lightning Spear aside, but exposed an opening in the process.
Shen Ye hurriedly drew his blade back.
Too late!
"-Die!"
Drake roared and lunged through the opening, another crackling spear of lightning appearing in his hand as he thrust straight at Shen Ye's right arm.
That last slash had indeed shown some skill.
Another powerful enemy of unknown capabilities had suddenly appeared, too.
He could not underestimate them.
So Drake grew cautious.
Even though his opponent had left himself open, he still chose to attack his sword arm rather than recklessly push forward and try to kill him in one stroke.
A smug look appeared on Drake's face.
Once I sever your arm, you won't be able to use your blade anymore.
Secure victory first!
Pfft.
A soft sound.
Bewilderment appeared on Drake's face.
He looked down.
A blade had pierced his chest.
But-
That pretty boy had not managed to bring his blade back in time!
Where had this blade come from?
Seven or eight phantoms emerged from Shen Ye, each wielding a blade, all executing a single blade technique together.
The blades were like a lotus in full bloom.
The flurry of slashes sent Drake flying, his body scattering into several pieces in midair. He died before they hit the ground.
Only then did Shen Ye sheathe his blade.
He simply stood there at ease, without moving.
-The layered phantoms of the wrathful heavenly king form overlapped with him, a dense array of ethereal blades hanging around his body.
So his apparent inability to draw his blade back had been a trap he had improvised.
Every phantom could attack or defend at any moment.
Closing in meant death!
Such