Not Our Opponent

Du Fan and Qi Kang followed the direction the middle-aged man was shouting at and saw a white-haired man wearing black robes under a tree. He had a boyish face which was inconsistent with his white hair, and his sinister aura was extremely powerful.

Qi Kang didn't give that man a chance to escape. The sharp sword in his hand flew out and attacked the middle-aged man like an arrow at a speed that was faster than sound.

The sharp sword energy from the sword had a murderous intent. The middle-aged man only felt a chill on his back and was startled. He looked back instinctively and only saw the long sword coming at him. The powerful coercion that accompanied the long sword immobilised him and he was unable to avoid it even if he wanted to. He could only watch helplessly as the sword came towards the spot between his eyebrows. 

"Swish!"