Interference

A fist struck out; the array patterns on the curved blade shone, emitting a thick chill in the air.

A ruthless smile appeared at the corners of Jia Ming's mouth, for with this one blow, this opponent who had the strongest battle prowess of all ages was going to be something of the past entirely. This gave him absolute joy.

Zhu Xuan Er and the others in her group cried out in alarm—what was wrong with Ling Han?

Xiu, it was at this moment that Ling Han's figure suddenly bent and miraculously dodged this fatal blow.

How was that possible!?

The smile on Jia Ming's face immediately froze, but without waiting for him to recover from his shock, a fearful coldness whirled across, slashing at his chest.

He had not expected Ling Han to still be able to react at all. Moreover, he had just pulled off a great move a moment ago, so his condition had already fallen to an all-time low—it was basically impossible to evade this sword.