"Whoosh!"
A five-meter-long blood-red saber light, like a whip, sneak-attacked from behind Ye Zhen.
"No! Spare his life under your blade!"
The blood drained from Clan Leader Che Tiejun's face as he cried out in despair.
Ye Zhen was a disciple from the Qiyun Sect. If he were to be killed at their doorstep by Blood Saber Li Kuang, it would be a disaster of monumental proportions.
Lishui Sect Disciple Xie Shao stood with his arms crossed, an interested expression on his face. "To die like this, what a pity...."
"That's what you get for being so arrogant; you've gotten your comeuppance now,"
Che Qiang muttered to himself.
Just when everyone thought Ye Zhen was doomed as the saber light closed in, Ye Zhen suddenly moved.
With a Chasing Star Step, he sidestepped, and in that instant when a few undetectable ripples stirred in the air, Ye Zhen's figure vanished from everyone's sight.
It wasn't a true disappearance, but an optical illusion.
