The programmers were stunned.
The black-clad figure stood in place, with his hands clasped over the two short daggers at his waist, his face half-covered, his pupils somewhat emerald green. With a whirl of his blade, Sui Yi gave the man's Bone Sword a sheen akin to that of metal scraping against metal.
The light was blinding; he instinctively closed his eyes, when suddenly...
Whoosh!
The Black-robed Man slightly retreated, confronting Yue Beiqing's Soft Sword...
Clang!
The Soft Sword was repelled by a green light.
But the Black-robed Man only felt a chill in his chest...
Sui Yi's Demon Que had already sliced through the skin over his chest.
Thump!
He knelt on the ground, while Sui Yi stood atop a stone pier by the staircase handrail.
Yue Beiqing spun mid-air and landed, looking out at another black-clad figure standing on the grass outside.
Three formidable beings, each facing off against the three of them.
The Imperial Guards faced off against the Death Soldiers.
