Speaking of Zhao Fangjing's Rays of Dawn Sword Technique, it was indeed exceptionally well-practiced.
The appearance of dawn devoured everything.
The sword light guarded in front of his chest, densely and thoroughly prepared.
However, guarding too tightly and covering too much area wasn't entirely advantageous.
It was shattered by Zhou Ping'an with the Ninth Level Overlapping Waves Power, propelling a needlepoint in one strike.
Piercing through muscles, burrowing into the bloodstream.
"Damn..."
Zhao Fangjing cried out in pain.
His right hand counter-chopped, severing his left arm, which had withered to just skin and bones in the blink of an eye, from his left shoulder.
As blood splashed, his face turned as white as a ghost, and he dashed out of the door.
He had just retreated into the courtyard.
Humm...
A pool of jade waves rippled before him.
Under the moonlight, it felt like being in a dream.
No, it was like being trapped at the bottom of an ice-cold abyssal sea.