A chill crept up his spine as the Death Aura on the Demon Scythe passed close to his waist, conspicuously devoid of temperature, yet more piercing than the chill of ice.
He dared not imagine what would happen if he were struck by a blow.
After dodging, he immediately rallied and launched a counterattack. But Xiao Zhan was one step ahead, executing a series of moves in rapid succession.
Xiao Zhan, hands gripping the scythe, executed a flourish behind his back, spinning in a circle, then raised it high overhead and brought it slashing down with momentum.
Ma Shu couldn't afford to be careless and immediately crossed his hands, holding the Fire-tipped Spear horizontally to block!
Cling——
The Death Demon Scythe struck the Fire-tipped Spear, unleashing its force, bending Ma Shu's arms instantaneously, his face contorting with it. Clearly, he was unable to withstand this overwhelming power.
With a thud, he was brought down to one knee.
