Xia Tian stood firmly before Sword Fairy, his wooden sword gripped tightly in his hand, his expression a mask of unwavering composure.
"Don't blame me," he warned, his sharp gaze daring her to make a move.
Sword Fairy's eyes tightened, her body shooting forward at lightning-fast speed.
Her sword shimmered with deadly intent as it sliced through the air towards Xia Tian's neck, the sound of its arc sending shivers down onlooker's spines.
Anticipation hung in the air, as bloodthirsty expectations swirled about.
As the sword approached its intended target, Xia Tian moved with a grace that seemed almost supernatural.
In an instant, his arm flicked, and the wooden sword vanished into thin air, leaving nothing but a trail of invisible energy, soon it appeared back into its original owner's hand, as if nothing has happened.
Sword Fairy skidded to a stop several meters away, her body shaking with shock.
