Pei Qiuyi's lips curled into a bitter smile. He didn't know how much longer he could hold on. He was even afraid that when the magic artifact's enhancement gradually weakened and his strength slowly returned to its original state, he might be dragged down by the opponent and, if not careful, die under Tang Bufan's sword.
...
Among everyone, perhaps only Zirong was at ease, relying on those Devil Eyes that could see through countless changes and the vile yet exceedingly treacherous "Demon Sword Heart Kill," he completely dominated the scene.
His ghost-like, ever-changing figure flitted among Lu Zhenhuan's countless Sword Lights, thrusting his longsword from nearly impossible angles each time, directly targeting the opponent's vital spots below.
Lu Zhenhuan no longer displayed the earlier confidence, cold sweat streaming down his face, his legs clamping together from time to time, his posture appearing extremely awkward.
