The flying knife shot through the air, its flash in that instant as brilliant as a meteor. The speed of that knife rivaled the fleeting bloom of an epiphyllum, and the intent released by that knife was something no one could truly comprehend—a deep and mysterious realm that could only be sensed, not described.
At the very moment the flying knife tore through the air, Jiang Dali felt as if he were once again facing Li Xunhuan, firmly locked on, with a faint sense of crisis.
This feeling was astonishingly brought by one of his subordinate players, which was simply unbelievable to him.
And when such an unbelievable emotion emerged, the flaw in his spirit grew ever larger, as a blade of glowing light—inch light—started to appear between his spirit and heart.
Whoosh!
The sword light instantly shot like lightning, carrying a startling sword intent that stirred one's spirit, essence and energy.
