Clang... A clear sword cry resounded in Cang Yue's ears.
The bloodthirsty and sharp sword tip thrust directly at Cang Yue's throat.
Cang Yue's eyes widened, realizing he was suddenly locked in place, unable to move.
He couldn't tell if it was the sword intent or the terrifying killing intent that locked him.
Clang... Another sword cry.
The sharp sword tip suddenly dropped, flashed past Cang Yue's throat, then pierced straight into his chest.
Sizzle... A crisp sword cry.
Cang Yue's chest was instantly pierced, and blood gushed out.
"You lost." Xiao Yi's cold words suddenly echoed.
"I lost?" Cang Yue's face froze, momentarily forgetting the pain of his wounds.
"I lost?" Cang Yue repeated to himself.
Xiao Yi had only used three swords.
One sword, broke the palm; another sword, cleaved the body.
The third sword aimed directly at his throat but pierced his chest.
The young man he had been hunting a year ago had now defeated him with just three swords.
