Just as Fang Han came to a halt, the unexpected happened.
WHOOSH! WHOOSH! WHOOSH!
Three incomparably sharp gusts of Powerful Qi shot out from the dense bushes without warning, rocketing toward him from three different directions.
One aimed for the back of his heart, another slashed toward his legs, and the third, even more cunningly, shot for the vital point on his neck.
An ambush!
A fatal, simultaneous ambush from three different angles.
The timing, angles, and viciousness were all perfectly calculated. They had clearly been lying in wait for a long time!
SWOOSH—!
A cold glint erupted in Fang Han's eyes. His Inner Qi flared as he instantly pushed the Wind and Cloud Escape to its absolute limit.
As if weightless, his body shifted sideways three feet out of thin air, dodging two of the powerful gusts by a hair's breadth.
At the same time, he swung his Flowing Wind Sword in a backhand motion, precisely parrying the strike aimed at his neck.
CLANG! ... THUD, THUD!
