The Old Ox's pupils abruptly constricted, and instinctively, he tried to yank his wolf-tooth mace back. Yet this very pull inadvertently helped Ning Wuque make a razor-thin, miraculous dodge against the slashing strike from the leader in black.
With a thunderous crash, the broadsword in the lead man's hand cleaved into the earth.
"Damn it, what a crafty little bastard..." the leader cursed, sweeping his blade horizontally in the same motion.
Chapter 23