The person who struck was none other than Qu Xian, who had been lying in ambush wearing a mask in advance.
Xiao Ran naturally couldn't just sit and wait to die. Enduring the pain, he kicked off the mousetrap while slamming his single palm down and rising with effortless panache.
The sword light brushed right past his cheek, shearing off a few strands of hair.
Chapter 118