Squelch!
Amid the wind and rain, the Japanese woman's delicate body shuddered as a sharp weapon pierced her flesh.
But Gan Xuansu's reaction was, "Get out of my way!"
After a brief moment of shock came indescribable fury.
He shook his long blade and kicked the woman away, preparing to raise his sword for another slash. But his pupils trembled-a heavy punch was already before his face. In his haste, Gan Xuansu only managed to hold his sword across his body before his cheeks bulged and he flew backward, coughing blood.
Lian Youming's eyes flickered as he said with some surprise, "I never thought someone like you could be bound by love!"
A woman had actually been willing to sacrifice her life to save trash like him.
It truly defied understanding.
Their eyes met. Gan Xuansu steadied himself upon landing, his eyes gleaming savagely, as red as two drops of blood that had yet to dry.
"Hah!"
He let out a long cry, seemingly consumed by hatred and fury. Grinding his teeth with hatred, he held his sword across his body and charged again.
By contrast, Lian Youming was covered in sword wounds and bloody gashes. Besides those that had already appeared, the flesh on his chest suddenly split open, revealing a long, narrow cut stretching from his left chest to the right side of his waist and abdomen, nearly cleaving him in two.
Yet before everyone's eyes, those sword wounds closed again in an instant, his muscles writhing. Apart from the blood that had spilled out, it was as though nothing had happened. To him, these were merely flesh wounds.
Gan Xuansu, however, had suffered internal injuries. Not only had the Three Yin Seven Killings Sword struck his heart meridian, but he had also taken a Spirit-Beating Whip strike.