It all happened so quickly that no one even had time to blink. Liu Wuxie’s blade sliced through the air, leaving a vacuum in its wake. His attack shattered Du Mingze’s sword aura, and before Du Mingze could react, Liu Wuxie’s blade was at his throat. It all took place in the space of half a breath.0

Master Mao had wanted to intervene before things got out of hand, but the battle was already over.0

“Don’t force me to kill you!” Liu Wuxie warned, his blade pressed against Du Mingze’s neck.0

Du Mingze’s hair stood on the end as blood trickled down his neck. When Liu Wuxie’s blade had grazed his skin, his pores had exploded. He was stunned and at a loss for words—he had thought he was going to die.0

There had been no discernible trajectory to Liu Wuxie’s sword—it had seemed to move naturally. If he had pushed the blade just a little further, Du Mingze would have been decapitated.0

A foul liquid seeped down Du Mingze’s legs, unnoticed by him. This was a natural physiological reaction, and it was normal for him to lose control of his bowels after experiencing such intense fear. As the blade pressed against his neck, Du Mingze forgot to breathe, and...4