Pei Ye suddenly brandished his sword forward, pressing his decimated body to death with the last two snow swords he could muster.
Qu Zhu awoke as if from a trance in his Thought Sword, his mask's cold and eerie expression instantly locking onto the gritted, angry face of the youth before him. The two were now too close, far past the distance between him and the divine sword behind him.
Qu Zhu didn't turn around, instead switching the sword to his left hand with his right. In the next instant, a saber light streaked out from behind him like a cold moon slashing down. It was not with full strength, but it was nonetheless a Xuanmen strike!
Unlike earlier when he released the snow swords and immediately used [Drifting Back Wind] to dodge in a touch-and-go move, this time the youth stood his ground after sending two snow swords straight forward, boldly aiming to exchange a blow with the assailant in the black robe head-on.
