Chen Xiaofei's eyes narrowed. Without a moment's hesitation, he abruptly pulled back the whip kick he had just delivered and executed an agile sideways roll.
The very instant he completed the maneuver, a razor-sharp whistling sound brushed past his body like a bolt of lightning.
Looking closely, he saw that the broken sword—which had already been severed in half—had somehow returned to the hand of the Yellow-Robed Dried Corpse. Though only a stump remained, it now began to emit a steady stream of spine-chilling, malevolent Yin Qi.
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