Otherwise...
A trace of coldness appeared in Wuxin's eyes.
Xu Sixing parried another sword strike, glanced at the moonlight, then retracted his gaze. Facing Wuxin who radiated chilling intent, he smiled as if victory was assured:
"It's been such a long time, I fear the reinforcements won't be coming?"
Wuxin replied coldly, simply holding his sword for a strong offense.
After exchanging several moves with him, Xu Sixing suddenly clamped the sword with his bare palm. Wuxin quickly reacted, his qi mechanism operating, and frantically spun the sword, but he couldn't penetrate the extremely dense gang qi on Xu Sixing's palm. As he was about to break free and retreat, he was struck with a palm force in his heart, his face turned pale.
Xu Sixing actually threw Dongfang Ximing towards Yang Hu who had been lurking all this time, freeing up his left hand to seize the opportunity.
