The fierce warrior stood still, not taking the opportunity to pursue. Instead, he leisurely stretched his wrist and bones, his dark golden skin radiating light, and his physical aura remained steady and unharmed.
His gaze swept over with contempt, his tone full of mockery: “Is this all you have with your meager skills?” And you dare to come and challenge the dignity of our Divine Clan and launch a direct assault on Beiming Prison? utterly ridiculous. ”
While Chen Ping and the fierce warrior were locked in a bloody battle, with fists and swords roaring, on the other side, Jiang Xuelan’s perilous battle with the strategist had already begun in full swing, with murderous intent hidden and every step on edge.
A wise warrior will never engage in close combat or brute force throughout his life. This is a combat instinct ingrained in his bones.
He disdained clashing blades and swords with his enemies. His battlefield was never open fists and feet, but within formations, illusions, and deep within the soul. Killing was invisib, defeating enemies silently, sinister and vicious, impossible to guard against.
Jiang Xuelan knew the opponent was full of tricks and would never give him a chance to set up formations to gather strength or disturb his soul. He attacked with a full-force killing move.
With a flick of her wrist, the Ice God Sword’s cold light surged violently. A perfectly refined ice-blue ice-sealed sword light sped through the air, moving at incredible speed, aiming straight for the strategic battlemaster’s throat—a sharp angle, chilling to the bone.
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