Xiao Wanjian was furious, his wrist turning as he switched from a vertical strike to a horizontal one, breaking free of Li Xian's fingers and sweeping across toward his chest. Li Xian bent backwards, easily dodging. Just as Xiao Wanjian was about to pursue and attack, aiming to take down Li Xian, he suddenly sensed a cold flash and felt a chill throughout his body. He saw Li Xian's sleeve releasing a silver snake, making a strange sound, like a snake flicking its tongue, precisely and fiercely targeting his throat.
Startled, Xiao Wanjian exclaimed, but fortunately, his experience in the Sword Dao was profound and well-honed; although his attacks seemed fierce and brutal, he always left some room for maneuver. Despite underestimating Li Xian, he never committed the grave mistake of underestimating an opponent, immediately repositioning his sword to precisely protect his throat.
