Sword Saint Ye Jiansheng stood in the void, his longsword's tip colliding with the tip of the hook wielded by Assassination Star. Assassination Star struggled to twist and turn his Black Iron Hook, but was utterly unable to break free even slightly, as if the Black Iron Hook had become permanently fused with the longsword.
Below, the expression of Divine Sovereign Gwu Jihan was one of alarm and dismay. This strike they had planned for so long had no effect, so did the two of them still have any hope of defeating Sword Saint Ye Jiansheng?
"Shameless lowlife, skulking in the shadows, thinking you can harm Ye Mou? Utterly overestimating your abilities!"
With a loud shout, Sword Saint Ye Jiansheng's longsword danced in his hands, its brilliance pouring down like rain upon Assassination Star.
Assassination Star's face changed drastically, and with a grit of his teeth, he severed his own right arm that was grasping the Black Iron Hook and swiftly flew backward.
