Before Yang Xiao could continue the experint, a figure already lunged forward, that Shuttle Spear fast as lightning, slicing through the air with a piercing hum.
Just as it was about to pierce Yang Xiao, a gleam of cold flashed in the old man’s eyes, and in the next second, the spear tip snapped off and vanished.
Simultaneously, the vanished spear tip reappeared behind Yang Xiao, aiming at him in a downward diagonal stab.
This was entirely the old man holding back, for he dared not truly kill Yang Xiao, otherwise the great expert watching the battle would not spare him.
He was too familiar with the ways of the Esoteric Sect and the Yin Temple people; their words and promises were no different from farts, all prioritizing benefits above all.
He dared not kill Yang Xiao, and even if possible, he didn’t want to severely injure this young man.
But now, there was really no choice; if he held back, he would be the first to die.
Yang Xiao’s reflexes were extraordinary nowadays; with just a sidestep, he dodged the attack, then with a backhanded swipe of his saber, deflected the incoming spear tip.
This ti, Yang Xiao had infused a lot of spiritual power into his saber, and the old man could no longer hold on; the Shuttle Spear slipped from his hands, and vanished.
This strike also surprised Yang Xiao a bit, for in his view, although the old man wasn’t very strong, he shouldn’t have been so easily defeated.
He didn’t rashly strike to kill, after all, he still needed this person to practice moves with, so he kicked him several ters away.
But at the last mont, he was shocked to find that the old man flying backward was actually wearing a strange smile, while his fingers twitched.
"It’s a trap..."
This was the experience Yang Xiao had summarized from years of deadly battles; almost imdiately, he sensed sothing stuck to the back of his neck, very light and thin, but very cold, like a tal wire.
This thing, like a living snake, quickly coiled around his neck from behind.
In a split second, Yang Xiao shifted his saber, blocking in front of his neck, and in the next instant, that tal wire closed, encircling the saber edge and simultaneously winding around Yang Xiao’s neck in a loop.
If not for Yang Xiao’s quick reaction, this move would have directly locked his neck, possibly even severing it, slicing his head off if severe.
On the other side, Sheng Yanlin had already prepared to strike, but stopped at the last mont, because he already saw that Yang Xiao had it handled.
The previous spear thrust was just a feint; this move was the killing technique.
This person had two Magic Artifacts, but he didn’t bring them out until his two companions were slain, just waiting for Yang Xiao to drop his guard, to deliver a single fatal blow.
After a few seconds in a standoff with the saber edge, this neck-strangling Magic Artifact was also sent to another world by Yang Xiao, and the man opposite was now suffering a few broken ribs from Yang Xiao’s earlier kick, struggling even to stand.
"Please, don’t kill , my lord, I am of use, I am of value to you!!" The old man, barely holding his body upright, knelt and kowtowed to Yang Xiao.
Yang Xiao, holding his saber, walked over step by step, then placed the saber across the man’s neck, the blade poised at his throat.
The old man dared not breathe heavily, knowing in his heart that there was no escaping this disaster for him.
There was no regret in his eyes, only intense unwillingness; had he known it would co to this, he would have toyed with a few more won, those three won last ti should not have been spared, they all should have been killed.
After a violent surge of spiritual power in front of him, the old man closed his eyes, awaiting the arrival of death.
But monts later, the blade at his throat was removed, and Yang Xiao’s cold voice ca through, "You did well, I am satisfied, now scram."
Hearing this, the old man abruptly opened his eyes, only to see that Yang Xiao had already sheathed his saber and withdrew, leaving only a dashing silhouette.
"I’m not dead..." The imnse joy of surviving a disaster filled the old man’s face, at the thought of being able to go outside and catch won to play with again, the rest of his life felt full of promise.
Those two vanished Magic Artifacts didn’t matter; he could now gradually feel the presence of the two artifacts, though it was very vague and couldn’t discern location or direction, after all, it was another strange space.
He speculated that as long as he wasn’t dead, after a while, those two Magic Artifacts would return to his side.
The bond between the Angel Envoy and Magic Artifacts wasn’t easy to sever, as long as the person was alive.
With this thought, though the old man wanted to kill Yang Xiao for his treasures, the excellent artifacts on his body were unheard of, but facing the reality, he had to bow his head, hoping only to leave this place quickly.
He knelt on the ground, spewing shaless flattery and kowtowing to Yang Xiao’s back.
But in the next second, a terrifying scene appeared; the old man’s head, inexplicably, fell off his neck and rolled to the side, while the headless torso remained seemingly unaware, standing upright, spewing a large amount of blood.
The cross-section of the neck was extrely smooth, as if severed by a sharp blade in one stroke.
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