The night wind carried a reek of blood into his nostrils as Ye Fan felt the Dark Iron Sword grow scorching hot in his palm. He stared at the charred, bloody hole in Su Qingxue's left shoulder, the soft chuckle she had given moments earlier when she told him to "buy ten breaths of time" still ringing in his ears—a sound too faint, as if it might be shredded by the wind.
"Qingxue," he murmured softly, dropping to her side like a falling star. He laid the Dark Iron Sword horizontally between them, its engraved star patterns suddenly flaring three inches outward to shield Su Qingxue within the glow of the blade. He could feel her body heat radiating through the spine of the sword, carrying a searing fever—her wound was already turning septic.
Zhao Wuji's pupils violently contracted. He had assumed the soul-devouring gourd's residual spirit backlash would at least strip Su Qingxue of her combat capability, never expecting that the direct scion of the Ye Family in Qinglan City would possess such bizarre spatial arts. Crimson fire gang qi surged around him, yet the moment it touched the starlight patterns, several cracks were ripped across its surface. "When did you..."
Chapter 54