With a surge of energy, Ren Tianhua, at the peak of his momentum, thrust his Sword Qi forward like the wind under Zhou Zhenglong's expectant and roaring gaze, piercing the air as it flew formidably onward.
Like a lone boat in a vast sea, Yang Fan witnessed the towering tidal wave rushing towards him, his gaze firm, unyielding as ever.
Yang Fan quickly stepped to dodge, nimbly sidestepping the oncoming Sword Qi, and landed steadily.
In a defensive position, Yang Fan, without the use of his hands, could only look for an opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to Ren Tianhua.
However, in a duel of masters, even a slight gap could be magnified infinitely in a short time, leading to despair, especially since Ren Tianhua's strength was now on par with Lu Hao before his hands were incapacitated.
With a clanging sound.
Yang Fan ultimately failed to evade; the treasure sword flashed by, Ren Tianhua's blade slicing across Yang Fan's shoulder in an instant, leaving a bloody gash.
