These three streaks of cold light descended from the sky like the blades of Death itself, bringing with them an aura of demise as they rapidly struck down with the force of thunder!
Upon witnessing this scene, Qiu Ruoxi's eyes widened in shock, and her heart leapt to her throat in that very moment.
The three beams of cold light fell from the sky with extreme speed, so fast that only a flash of white light could be seen before they disappeared!
Could Ye Xunhuan dodge it?
The next moment, Ye Xunhuan's right hand trembled, a flash of cold light appeared, followed by three crisp sounds ringing out, only to see the three streaks of cold light all stricken to the ground.
Meanwhile, Ye Xunhuan stood still as Mount Tai, unmovable, his face calm and natural, and his hands empty. The cold light he previously held seemed almost an illusion, yet the plum blossom darts that lay on the ground proved otherwise.
Ye Xunhuan's hand had indeed wielded a sharp blade just a moment ago.
