Shen Xiu's body came to an abrupt halt; the situation seemed somewhat different from what he had imagined.
However, having coiled his strength for quite some time, he could no longer pull back the saber he had already drawn. As he spun around, the Hundred-Refined Saber pressed directly against the other person's chest.
A flattened indentation poked into the young man's chest. Had he not held back a little, he probably would have been stabbed straight through.
Chapter 22