However, Haan Bing had not expected that his opponent, with just one strike, would knock him aside; the mere force of the attack injured him, leaving a long bloody gash on his chest and staining his white robe, making him appear particularly pathetic.
"With skills like this, you still want to play hero and rescue the damsel?" Huangfu Ze sneered disdainfully, wielding his curved sword casually, sending gusts of wind that left Luo Qianqian utterly shocked.
Could Haan Bing's skills possibly be inferior to Huangfu Ze's single strike?
Hopefully, Huangfu Yann Yao doesn't return... Because even if he does, he's likely marching to his death.
A profound sorrow emerged from within her; she could tell at a glance that Haan Bing was truly injured, with no intention of backing up his act with a hidden strategy.
The scene before her made her anxious and restless, yet powerless, because Huangfu Ze's eyes were now fixed on her.
