The fluttering green umbrella drew Xue Wantao’s attention.

The pain coming from his crippled palm scattered his attention.

However, Lin Xi didn’t stop.

The instant he seized the light green longsword that was pulled back with the sturdy old cloth, he struck out again. This time, he didn’t use Green Luan’s tyrannical sword drawing form, instead using Chen Feirong’s swift charging sword form.

The green umbrella was blown by the wind produced by his movements, flying over Xue Wantao’s head.

His figure instantly charged straight at Xue Wantao, sword radiance scattering out. Xue Wantao wasn’t able to seize the best timing. Even at his peak, when facing this sword that already approached his chest, he still didn’t have time to evade at all, he could only face it head-on.

The light green sword’s radiance scattered down. Xue Wantao’s snow-white face’s blood vessels seemed to be turning green. He just couldn’t figure out why even though the other party was previously surrounded and attacked from all sides, cultivation clearly much weaker than his own, from the very beginning, when he faced Lin Xi, he was always at a disadvantage. This was especially right now, when he could feel death encroaching. However,...