"Let go!" Seeing Chen Zhezhe’s Dihen Sword locked by the Zi-Wu Soul-Hook, Mei Qiuyu poured True Essence into his right arm and let out a sharp shout.
Chen Zhezhe’s face betrayed no hint of panic. As Mei Qiuyu pulled back, Chen Zhezhe pushed forward in one fluid motion. "Take it, if you have the life to hold it."
The Dihen Sword thrust forward. Mei Qiuyu felt a stinging pain in his face and tilted his head to dodge, but the blade still grazed his ear. A cool sensation washed over his ear as a trickle of hot blood flowed down. Mei Qiuyu wiped his hand across it, coming away stained with crimson. He was instantly enraged. "You little brat."
Chapter 772