Golden Wall's face filled with murderous intent as he drew his sword and attacked again, but Qin Yu directly leapt onto the mast of the boat belonging to the young master of the Marquis Mansion next door.
Golden Wall gave chase.
The two moved so rapidly that their silhouettes left a chain of afterimages. On the slender, swaying mast, they moved as if on flat ground. Their swords clashed continuously, producing ringing sounds of metal upon metal. The young master below watched in dizzying amazement, yet for some reason—damn, this seemed kind of cool!
To be accurate, it was Young Master Xiao Yu who looked cool, especially with the way she moved with such ease and grace, like smoke under the sword of the long-famed Golden Wall.
The nearby women were utterly captivated.
A rapist? Were all rapists like this?
Hearing the comments from below, Golden Wall naturally was displeased. The swordplay in his hands became more intricate as he executed several sword techniques in succession.
