With his cultivation, how could he take such a little trinket seriously? He casually reached out with his left hand while the saber in his right continued its killing descent.
The most urgent task now was still to kill Li Changjiang. Everything else was secondary!
Our targets were never the students, but Li Changjiang and Qin Fangyang!
Once these two died, this lingering threat would come to an end. What waves could the mediocre remainder possibly stir up?
But his left hand, reaching to intercept the incoming red light, suddenly felt a stab of excruciating pain. His palm had actually been pierced straight through in an instant?!
The instant that heart-piercing agony struck, the smoothly circulating star power throughout his body abruptly faltered, and some of it even drained away. The killing move he had built to its peak, and even his right hand, stalled.
When masters clashed, a hair's breadth of error could lead a thousand miles astray. This single instant meant the difference between life and death. Li Changjiang struggled to hold on, his short sword sweeping swiftly back, blocking and turning crosswise to catch the lethal saber by the narrowest margin!
With an explosive boom, Li Changjiang was driven bodily down to the ground.
But without that sudden mishap, Li Changjiang, gravely wounded as he was, could never have blocked that lethal saber strike!
The man turned in surprise to look at his left hand. A small, exquisite, delicately crafted blood-red throwing knife had pierced through it. Its momentum had weakened slightly, but it was still flying gracefully onward, about to pass before his eyes.
He saw it very clearly. This Small Flying Knife had pierced his palm, but its momentum was spent, and it had no further power to harm him.
This time, he truly needed