As the wind at the bottom of the cave blew in, carrying the scent of rotting leaves, the hairs on the back of Ye Fan's neck stood on end. The gloomy light from the iron-masked man's goggles felt like two poisoned needles piercing his throat. The excruciating pain of having his breastbone shattered by this very man in his past life suddenly surged back, and the veins on the back of his hand, clutching his sleeve, bulged like snakes.
"Hand over the Jiuxiao Huanpei, and I'll spare your life." A voice like grinding metal brushed past his ear. Ye Fan heard the soft sound of Qín Wǎnshuāng's Soft Sword leaving its scabbard and the hum of General Lǐ's Dark Iron Saber pressing against a stalagmite.
He shifted half a step to the side, using his back to shield them both. The Star Map within his Inner World was spinning at a speed unique to the Void Breaking Realm, and the ringing of the Jiuyao Sword, mingled with the Power of the Heavenly Dao, locked the iron-masked man's aura completely within his perception.
Chapter 105