He cast his gaze at once, the crux of the elderly man's attack wasn't focused on him. Below, the light from the sword the elderly man pulled out was so sharp that it was chilling, and in front of him was a young man who believed he had seized an excellent opportunity.
Yang Yan had already seen the splash of blood that was about to burst forth in the next moment, heard the sound of a sword blade cutting through flesh, skin, muscle, tendon, bone... the noise was different for each part.
However, the scene that made his heart clench didn't unfold.
It was as if the youth had a psychic bond with the elderly man, with no reaction time spent out here. As the elderly man drew his sword - even a step earlier than that - Pei Ye had already started to fall back.
Then a man and his sword appeared to have executed an intricate collaboration - the sword needed to be faster, but the man moved earlier.
