Chen Xin looked at the Seven Kill Sword in his hand. The sword was also trembling violently, and the light along its blade had dimmed somewhat.
Chen Xin's expression darkened. He had lost, even if only by half a move.
Tang Hao said lazily, "If your Sword Heart hadn't gathered dust, the outcome would have been hard to say."
Chen Xin put away his sword and cupped his fists. "But there are no ifs. A loss is a loss."
The two descended from the clouds and landed on the roof of the single-story house where Tang Hao often lay.
Throughout this, Chen Xin's heart could not settle for a long time. He had hoped that fighting Tang Hao would stimulate his Sword Heart into recovering, but it had not helped at all. What should he do...?
He sighed, but perhaps because he had just fought and the sword energy within him had not yet settled, a strand of sword energy shot from his mouth with that sigh.
It struck the house beneath his feet and blasted loose a stone, which flew straight toward Oscar, carrying that sword energy.
"Whoosh~"
Oscar froze in fright at this sudden turn of events as the stone hurtled straight toward his face.
Just before it struck him, however, a pale, slender hand with well-defined knuckles caught the stone and crushed it to powder. The sword energy it carried also vanished into the air.
"Who are you?"
Oscar stared blankly at the handsome, silver-haired young man who had appeared before him. If he had not seen wrong, this man had torn open space to appear!
Lan Changsheng lowered his head to glance at Oscar and smiled. "I'm just an uncle passing by. Didn't scare you, did I?"
Oscar shook his head blankly. He had yet to