The Blade Energy imbued with an odd magic power hadn't yet reached him before a bloodstain appeared on Qing Yu's forehead.
A straight bloodstain, starting from the forehead, extended directly to the chin.
Pardoned by none, feared by gods and ghosts alike.
Before the "Devil Sword Technique" had fully manifested, it already possessed such power, one could only wonder what would happen if it truly struck its target.
This, Qing Yu did not know at the moment, and in the next instant, he wouldn't know either. Perhaps he would come to know in the future, but now, the circumstance of this sword splitting him in two, would definitely not occur.
Just because...
"Snap—"
A clear and pleasant sound came from Qing Yu's hands clasped in front of his head.
"One Night Listening to Spring Rain in a Small Tower," stopped half a foot away from Qing Yu's forehead, two fair and slender palms, like two converging mountains, trapped the demon-curved sabre between them.
