As the sword edge was about to make contact, a sudden anomaly occurred. The "Vast Righteous Qi" that enveloped Han Wenxin turned black from pure white, no, not just any black—it was the color of ink.
The inky True Qi resisted the sword's edge, making the True Qi attached to the sword sluggish and dissipating it.
Seizing the opportunity, Han Wenxin scrambled away from Qing Yu, not caring at all about his appearance.
He was fleeing.
Although Han Wenxin still concealed his strength, Qing Yu inexplicably knew he was fleeing. As for why, perhaps it was a resonance with those who cling to life and fear death.
"Stop him!" Qing Yu shouted.
Luo Yan leaped forward, sweeping up biting winds with her palms, blocking Han Wenxin's escape route, "You shall not pass this way."
Behind, Qing Yu advanced rapidly in a few strides, his Sword Light shadowing him, his speed matching Luo Yan's, no, even surpassing it.
"Han Wenxin, you can't escape!"
