Upon hearing this, Ruan Yingchen burst into fury like thunder, and a serious expression finally appeared on his face as he shouted fiercely, "What the hell, am I giving you face or what?"
Whoosh!
Ruan Yingchen sprinted close to the ground, kicking up a trail of rolling dust, moving faster than one could imagine.
"So fast!"
Fang Zhixing's mind tightened, and his right hand reached to his back, gripping the handle of the blade.
Wind Listening Blade raised towards the sky!
"Snowflake Covering, cut!"
In an instant, countless blade shadows appeared in mid-air, swirling around like heavy snow, overwhelming and covering everything in their rapid descent.
Clang, clang, clang~
Ruan Yingchen, as if struck heavily, had sparks flying off his body, his clothes tattered.
The Wind Listening Blade struck his shoulders, back, and legs, emitting a sharp metallic clashing sound, continuously.
He suddenly plummeted, lying face down, smashed into the mud.