"As soon as the words were spoken, Zirong soared into the air in pursuit, and his Longsword swept horizontally towards Qin Li."
Qin Li's heart skipped a beat, and as he raised his sword to block, he suddenly found his body going numb, unable to even lift his arms. Shock filled him, as it was clear that Zirong's earlier seemingly restrained strike had sealed his bloodlines in the blink of an eye.
His movements had been too covert, too cunning. Not to mention the observers, even he, the very person caught in the act, hadn't noticed.
Now he was in trouble! Qin Li cried out in despair in his heart.
"Snap!" A crisp sound rang out as Zirong's horizontally held sword had already slapped Qin Li's face, causing his body, which was initially flying backwards, to suddenly jerk and then bizarrely shoot out sideways like a shattered stone towards Yuan Tianbo.
