“Killing intent!” Qianye suddenly became alert and reached out to grab the sword on his knees.

Yet his movements were still a tiny bit too slow. A wisp of frigid intent touched the back of his neck. Any other expert wouldn’t dare to move at all because that was a vital point, and the sharp, penetrative aura could easily snap his cervical bones.

Qianye, however, turned back with a wry smile. “This isn’t funny.”

Behind him, Li Kuanglan was once again dressed in a swordsman’s attire. Although Cold Moon’s embrace hadn’t left its sheath, a wisp of sword energy was stretching out toward Qianye’s neck.

Li Kuanglan didn’t retract the energy despite Qianye turning back, which brought the energy right in front of his throat.

Qianye frowned slightly. No matter how powerful his body was, his throat was still a weak point, and Li Kuanglan’s sword energy was known for its sharpness—even Qianye wouldn’t be able to stand a slash to the throat.

Li Kuanglan stared at Qianye with killing intent in her eyes. This puzzled Qianye quite a bit. “Kuanglan, what’s...