That cold, grating voice, like a muffled clap of thunder, crashed into Yan Jingchu's ears and made her footsteps almost instinctively falter for a moment.
And just as Yan Jingchu's footsteps stalled, the sword in Ye Xunhuan's hand lashed out like a bolt of lightning, like a long electric serpent, striking forth with blinding speed!
"Crash!"
With that one strike, a razor-sharp sword radiance, carrying a thick, crushing intent of destruction, not only cleaved the air around them apart, but also set off a crackling series of sounds, like strings of firecrackers exploding all at once.
The fierce sword aura flared into being, then shot toward Yan Jingchu like a streak of lightning.
Xun Wanli's expression changed; he moved as if to rush in and block that lethal sword light.
But Ye Xunhuan's move was far too fast. Even though Xun Wanli reacted and tried to intervene, he was already too late.
