That strand of Sword Intent, carrying a near-maniacal resolve and domineering force, pierced straight through Xiao Yanfei's Protective Body Light Escape.
Although it failed to completely shatter the defense, that razor-sharp Sword Intent clung to Xiao Yanfei like maggots on rotting bone, skimming along his body as he instant-teleported away, leaving a shallow bloody mark under his ribs.
"That was close!"
Xiao Yanfei broke out in a cold sweat, inwardly calling himself lucky.
If not for his timely reaction, that sword strike—even if it couldn't have killed him—would have been enough to seriously injure him.
However, before he could breathe a sigh of relief, a shrill, miserable scream rang out behind him—
"Ah—!"
It was Wang Xingpeng's voice.
Xiao Yanfei whipped his head around, his pupils abruptly contracting.
