Blood splattered.
Shu Guan's body flew backward.
But after all, it was because he had grasped Yuan Yingzi's strike just now, disrupting her sword momentum and intention, which significantly weakened the killing power of that blow.
In mid-air, he felt the piercingly cold sword aura burrowing into his meridians, bringing a tearing pain throughout his body.
Shu Guan gritted his teeth as the ox-ear sharp blade quietly arrived in his palm.
In his other hand, Shu Guan tightly grasped the ten-eyed treasured pearl he wore on his wrist.
The discrepancy in strength between himself and Yuan Yingzi was vast.
Concerning this, from that last stroke, Shu Guan was exceedingly aware.
But not for a moment did he entertain the thought of escaping.
Because if he fled, Shu Guan could not be sure if he would be able to find Yuan Yingzi again in the future.
Today, even if it cost him his life, Shu Guan wanted to keep Yuan Yingzi here.
