The moment the black-clothed figure moved, Ye Wushuang had already taken the first step. He strode forward and threw a punch at the slender, masked man.
His golden fist, like a beam of light, tore through the void and smashed into the masked man.
BANG!
The masked man's body shot out like a cannonball, crashing against the mountain rock. He was reduced to a bloody pulp, as dead as could be.
Seizing the opportunity, Ye Wushuang wrapped an arm around Ye Rou's slender waist and instantly retreated.
The black-clothed figure saw all this but didn't intervene, his mind completely focused on the Saber Dao inheritance of the World-Destroying Slash.
'First, I'll take this inheritance. As for Ye Wushuang, he won't be escaping today either.' He wasn't worried.
