The two fighters beside Zhan Qing each tossed him their blades. With two blades in hand, Zhan Qing leapt up into the skies and began to whirl like a corkscrew, forming a terrifying storm of blades in midair, tearing apart the air and distorting the underlying space.

 Zhang Lie lifted only two fingers in response.

"What's this stinkbug doing? Is he so scared that he can't think straight? How can he hope to combat Zhan Qing with just two fingers?!"

"Who does he think he is? Even our top fighter, Ya Xiongtu, wouldn't dare to counter Zhan Qing's blade with just two fingers."

"He's sick of living, isn't he?"

"Better that he die—once he does, that woman will be ours! I've never tasted a human woman before—I wonder how it'll be?"

The crisp impact of metal on metal rang...