"Ningyuan!"
The delicate flying sword hovered in the palm, its radiant light retracted, transforming into a dense and abyss-like pitch-black sword intent.
In that moment, the air around seemed to freeze from the sword's intent.
"This isn't good!"
The man in the bamboo hat suddenly felt a chill run through him, instinctively ready to retreat while ordering all his puppets to return for defense.
The dim sword light flickered momentarily and then vanished.
Swish—
A subtle black line appeared on the four puppets that had rushed to protect him.
In the next instant, they silently split into two, the cut surfaces smooth like mirrors.
"Pfft!"
The man in the bamboo hat spewed out a mouthful of fresh blood, looking down at a deep bone-revealing sword mark on his chest, fury erupted!
If it wasn't for his protective magical treasure,
this sword strike would have slain him on the spot!
"What a pity..."
