The blade coming through the air caught Liu Zixuan somewhat off guard, despite his preparations.
Liu Zixuan hadn't expected that besides being adept in psychological hypnosis techniques, this guy had also transformed various magic props into weapons.
Apparently, Wang Liang and the others' understanding of him was still inadequate.
Feeling the chilling cold emanating from the blade, Liu Zixuan's body paused in its evasive move, and the blade directly sliced through his clothes, leaving a long gash in his shirt.
He frowned slightly, "Damaging my clothes, you'll have to compensate for that!"
"I'll do more than just ruin your clothes!"
The magician wielded a black staff with both hands, resembling a Fire-tipped Spear, and with a shake of his hands, the blade on the staff came whistling toward him again.
