SWISH!
The moment Yao Yueye thrusted his sword, it abruptly vanished. When it reappeared, its sharp tip was already at Hong Yu's heart.
The frigid Sword Gang stirred up a gale, making the robes on his chest flap wildly. Under this immense sword pressure, his heart even skipped a beat, as if it could stop at any moment.
A glint flickered in Hong Yu's eyes. 'What a formidable sword strike, to actually combine the Sword Dao with space. Yao Yueye is truly worthy of his former title as the top genius of the Southern Ten Nations. Incredible!' A faint smile played on Hong Yu's lips. 'A pity, but a move like this is still not enough to deal with me!'
The next moment.
Hong Yu took a deep breath and vanished into thin air.
His disappearance was even more uncanny than the sword's. When he reappeared, he was already behind Yao Yueye.
The instant Yao Yueye saw Hong Yu disappear, he instinctively slid sideways to dodge.
