Two flying swords, one on the left and one on the right, attacked Yan Ji.
Lin Bai gripped the wooden sword and charged from the front.
Yan Ji determined that Lin Bai intended to use the two flying swords to draw his attention, while the truly fatal move was the wooden sword in front of him.
Therefore, after easily dodging the two flying swords, Yan Ji faced Lin Bai's wooden sword head-on.
At that moment, the corner of Lin Bai's mouth curled into a cold smile, as if his sinister plan had succeeded.
"Hm?" Seeing the smile on Lin Bai's lips, Yan Ji felt a chill in his heart, a bad feeling rising, as he thought in horror: "He's smiling?"
"Why is he smiling?"
"Could it be... that the two flying swords are his real killing move? And the wooden sword is merely a decoy?"
Distracted for an instant, Yan Ji glanced at the flying swords on both sides.
And in that fleeting moment, Lin Bai's wooden sword reached him, the blade's edge pressing against Yan Ji's throat.
