Taking Turns to Die

The sword was extremely fast. It came before Mu Si in the blink of an eye. He wasn't able to react as he stared blankly at it approaching his chest rapidly.

With such speed and strength, he couldn't dodge the sword, moreso when he felt locked in place by a force. He couldn't move at all.

The white blade shined with cold light. He was dazzled for the moment, and he smelt death. 

Just as he watched the death god move closer and closer to him, a soft hand grabbed his shoulder. A warm force flowed into him, which pulled him out the illusion. 

When he recovered, he saw Sima You Yue holding his shoulder with her left hand while wielding a sword in her right hand. The two were pushed by the sword's power and flew for a long distance before stopping. 

"Clang---------" 

The sword was flung to the ground. Sima You Yue shook her hand in pain. She took out some powder and applied it on. The blood stopped immediately.