Like an owl swooping down on a mouse, the man in black lunged menacingly, and Xing Zhi drew out the short azure sword from her waist.
As she was often partnered with Elder Brother Zhu, she hadn't had a chance to draw her weapon for a long time. She had almost forgotten that a magician has to do more than just find and probe magical routes safely. They must always be ready to face battles that left them splattered with blood.
But she knew she couldn't withstand an incoming blow like this.
Xing Zhi gritted her teeth, brandished her last sword, her heart trembling instinctively in the face of impending death.
A crisp shattering sound followed.
As if a piece of colored glaze fell to the ground, or a jade striking thin ice, the moment the tip of the blade touched her arm, it suddenly shattered, the scattering white crystals gleaming under the moonlight.
Then everything happened similarly.
