Sword shadows cascaded onto Lu Yun like torrential rain, every slash biting with killing intent. They wouldn’t be stopped until he was torn into pieces.

He looked at the sword shadows and sighed, not shifting a single step. “You only need one slash to kill a man, what’s all this bandying about for? What a waste of energy.”

He pointed in the air, a faint silver gleam around his fingertip.

Clink!

The clear sound of a collision knocked Feng Yin down from the sky and flung him backward. He only managed to steady himself after his sword flew from his hand and out of the arena. He stared at the Dusk governor with shock.

One hit. He couldn’t even take one hit from Lu Yun...