The back garden was shrouded in night.
Pansi's face was grim, radiating killing intent. The blood-colored short knife in his hand seemed to have a life of its own, coiling toward Zhou Chen's arm like a cunning viper.
Silently, it struck for his head with an eerie and exceptionally vicious speed.
Zhou Chen raised a hand and pushed Pansi's wrist away. He secretly channeled Rock-Breaking Force through his sword arm, and with a touch of Alchemy, his Silver Longsword suddenly erupted with a torrent of metal shards. They formed a silver downpour that viciously pierced Pansi's body. The Blood Race Saint Child couldn't help but grunt in pain as a sizzling sound of burning came from his wounds.
For the Blood Race, Silverware was an extremely deadly danger. However, Pansi, with pure, noble blood flowing through his veins, possessed a strong resistance to it. He wouldn't suffer from rotting flesh just from being wounded by a silver object, unlike a low-ranking member of the Blood Race.
