Boom!
The air suddenly trembled. An invisible wave rippled outwards, but Ku Ya had disappeared from where he had been before.
"Where are they?"
Numerous warriors, including those who were hidden, all focused their gaze. They just barely noticed a ray of light slicing through the air.
Shua!
The space in front of Jian Wushuang suddenly erupted as a yellow shriveled palm, which changed to resemble an eagle claw, grasped at Jian Wushuang's throat.
"So fast!"
A trace of surprise flashed in Jian Wushuang's eyes. While observing the shattered space in front of him, his body retreated. At the same time, he grasped his longsword and sliced through the air with a horizontal sword light that headed directly towards Ku Ya.