Thankful for the days he spent with Thirteenth Wang holding the banner and chatting idly, and thankful for the loyal dog inside the plum garden that might have already died, at the most dangerous moment, Fan Xian stopped a split second before he logically would have. Coincidentally, he stopped just outside the perimeter surrounded by sword qi.
His abrupt stop and footstep caused one of the aces, who had contained their power for a long time, to finally lose control of the sword intent in his hands. He flew through the air and landed in front of Fan Xian, revealing himself.
One streak of sword intent landed in empty air. Immediately after, a number of other cruel sword intents followed. Although it was not a complete circle, they still approached like venomous snakes from three directions, aiming toward Fan Xian's body.