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Ye Xuan has never been the type to concede easily. Even knowing he might lose, he would decisively raise the sword in his hand. Just like now, as he raised the Black Blade, Ji Wubing's fierce sword had already pierced towards Ye Xuan's chest.
Ji Wubing's swordsmanship was exquisite, without any sense of grandeur, just a very ordinary strike, yet it left Ye Xuan dazzled. The sharp tip, with a "stab" sound, pierced firmly into Ye Xuan's chest, slicing off a palm-sized piece of flesh instantly. The bones in Ye Xuan's chest gleamed white and red, covered with sticky flesh, terrifying indeed.
"Ah!"
A heart-wrenching pain surged through Ye Xuan's chest.
But he did not hesitate, chopping down the Black Blade he'd raised from top to bottom, without any pretense or hesitation, straight at Ji Wubing.
