But although the expression of the Black-clothed Man was extremely ugly, his footsteps were still stable; his left hand had already released Young Master Qingji, and at this moment he had grabbed the Tusk Blade aiming at his neck. Even the sharpest blade needs to hit its target to be effective. His quick reflexes were like pinning down a venomous snake by its vital point, rendering the Tusk unable to pose any further threats to him.
Following closely, he also clenched his right fist tightly and collided directly with her swiftly striking left fist like lightning.
It was as if an invisible wave, centered on these two persons and spreading faster than the speed of sound, passed by, shattering rocks and snapping trees, while the crows and autumn insects fell silent— the scene was no less devastating than the destruction caused by the earlier Wind and Fire Tornado.
