Sword Cultivator was fragile of build; close-quarters combat was his utmost dread!
"..."
Xie Xuanyi looked up at the falling artifact.
He had almost instantly seen through Huai Ting's intention to use the artifact's self-destruction to halt his own offensive and save Wu Yin in the nick of time.
The intention was good.
Had Huai Ting encountered the person he was in his former life, it might have had some effect.
But now... this tactic was useless.
Xie Xuanyi did not summon the "Rule of Destruction" to defend. Instead, he accelerated the black sword's speed. A Heavenly Puppet Sect cultivator like Wu Yin must be swiftly executed; should he manage to survive, the endless tide of corpses would only cause more trouble.
"No... No!"
Wu Yin fled frantically, but how could he outrun a flying sword?
