The Critical Timing of Life and Death

Ye Bai’s eyes revealed a color of despair, and the breath of death had already emerged in his heart.

Without any surprises, he was indeed close to death now. If he had a choice, he would certainly not want this fate. However, at this moment, options had forsaken him.

Could it be that he would die here before helping the Heavenly Sword Sect rise and being with the Eldest Senior Sister?

No!

I refuse to accept this!

I possess boundless aptitude!

I have an unlimited future!

A radiant light flashed in Ye Bai’s eyes. In that instant, his entire being, spirit, and vitality condensed.

Suddenly, at the critical moment, he swung the long sword in his hand towards the position between his eyebrows.

This sword could be described as exquisite to the extreme, a stroke of divine craftsmanship!

Elder Zhao’s eyes showed disdain as he said, “A waste is still a waste. How can a mere ordinary sword withstand my flying sword?”