Qin Yaorao's right hand, without anyone's notice, had already tightly clasped Fang Bai's left hand, both palms now drenched with sweat.
Although she did not understand martial arts, when Wen Shiba's sword thrust forward, she too could feel the endless intent to kill embedded within it. Her heart skipped a beat, her eyes tightly shut, not daring to look.
"Nephew Wen, please show mercy!"
Qin Ling's voice was somber and urgent as he reminded Wen Shiba, hoping he would not be too ruthless and harm Ghost Hand. Otherwise, the enmity forged between them would be one of life and death.
Wen Shiba ignored Qin Ling's words, his sword thrust carrying an even greater momentum. True Yuan roared, sword qi crisscrossed, sealing all of Ghost Hand's escape routes.
Wen Shiba was full of confidence in his sword strike, believing it to be the most brilliant and pinnacle thrust of his life.
