At the moment Ouyang Tianxu was searching for that mysterious person, six top experts joined forces to bombard Chu Qing fiercely, once again kicking up a storm of dust.
The swordsman narrowly escaped with his life, but he wasn't completely unscathed.
His figure was swept into the vortex of Chu Qing's swordplay, covered in wounds all over his body.
This sword strike did not truly land; otherwise, the result would have been total annihilation.
The hand holding the sword was dripping with blood.
His steps were no longer as steady as before, yet his gaze remained calm...
After years of battling on the field, in the face of such an injury now, he could still remain calm even in life and death situations.
But calm alone was not enough...
He stared into the swirling dust, trying to find Chu Qing's trace.
But there was no echo within the dust.
No sound of breathing, heartbeat, or pulse.
Could it be... dead?
Impossible!
This thought was dismissed in an instant.
