Even without her warning, Zu An had already sensed the fatal threat of danger. All his fine hairs were standing on end.

He saw a streak of cold light flash towards him.He could almost see the reaper’s scythe descending upon him, mere millimeters from his neck.

Terrified, he immediately used Grandgale to blink away. Only then did he realize that the streak of light was a small and exquisite sword.

A flying sword?

He had always been dazzled when he saw or read about sword cultivators fighting in movies and novels, but right now, he loathed these flying swords that he had never faced before, because it was out to kill him.

He intentionally chose not to blink backwards, but chose a direction perpendicular to the sword’s path. He was afraid that the sword would merely continue its forward trajectory and hit him anyway. There was no way he could have known that the sword could turn in ...