Pang San Niang couldn't dodge.
So, she actually didn't dodge, and a strange curve appeared at the corner of her lips.
The gray shadow was Li Yuan.
Li Yuan slashed down with his blade, grazing Pang San Niang's cheek, then violently cut downward, but it felt like slicing into cotton, with no resistance and no splash of blood.
This slash seemed to pass through a transparent Pang San Niang, causing her no harm at all.
Pang San Niang's lips curled up.
Li Yuan flipped his hand and slashed again.
Whizz!!!
Pang San Niang was cut in two, falling in the dirt stupefied, seemingly unable to comprehend why she could be struck.
Li Yuan held the long blade diagonally, standing in the night wind.
The blade still held rolling hot blood.
Sizzle...
Sizzle sizzle sizzle...
The blood formed into beads, then rapidly rolled along the blade edge, crawling onto Li Yuan's arm, and seeped back into the pores; this was an unwitting discovery of his "Blood Recovery Skill."
