Zhao Sheng's pupils reflected a speck of cold starlight like lightning, and the pain in his brow was unbearable.
He silently praised, and in an instant, his figure flashed, he withdrew his fist, turned around, and with a thought, shifted behind Jian Shisan, delivering a reverse kick aimed at his adversary's anus.
"Despicable and shameless!"
Although Zhao Sheng's movements were fast, they could not escape Divine Sense. Jian Shisan inwardly cursed his opponent for being despicable and shameless, while the long sword in his hand reversed and stabbed out from his side, with numerous sword lights as fast as meteors, aiming at Zhao Sheng's face and abdomen.
Zhao Sheng rapidly retreated and chose not to contest directly with Jian Shisan.
For a moment, he kept shifting and maneuvering, leaving numerous afterimages in all directions.
