The air in the courtyard fractured with a high-pitched metallic shriek.
Cui Yongze struck first. His silhouette blurred into a blinding streak of crimson radiance, his sword lunging forward like a striking viper.
"Crimson Sword Draw!"
Instant sword drawing, no one could see the sword, only a flash. It was an executioner's technique honed entirely for instantaneous speed, designed to sever the limbs and lacerate every major meridian in Lin Fan's body before he could even blink.
Or, that's what Cui Yogze thought would happen.
Inside his own consciousness, Lin Fan watched in breathless awe. His shattered bones and ruined meridians were no longer under his control; his limbs moved on their own, guided by a supreme will that carried the weight of a peerless martial lord.
The divine spirit used his body like a masterful puppeteer.
Facing the razor-sharp arc of crimson steel, Lin Fan's palm traced a languid circle in the empty air.
