But Xue An did not retreat; instead, he advanced, taking a step forward to rush right up to Mu Hongxi's chest and abdomen. Then, a glint flashed in his eyes, and he transformed his hand into a sword, directly thrusting it inside.
Poof!
Black foul blood splattered out.
Mu Hongxi let out a cry of pain, then raised his inner blade in a fit of rage, attempting to kill Xue An on the spot.
However, his plans fell apart.
Xue An did not pause for even a moment, moving his palm horizontally and flicking it away diagonally.
Every place he passed through, Mu Hongxi's hard bones and muscles were sliced open by Xue An as if they were butter.
The entire process sounded complicated, but it only took a few flicks of the fingers.
When Xue An appeared in the void not far away, with his palm slantingly downward, letting the black foul blood drip dry.
