"As you wish," Jian’s voice responded, a low, chilling murmur that seemed to carry an ancient resonance. He moved.
This time, it wasn't an evasion. It was a counter-attack.
As Ren Hua launched a powerful, sweeping horizontal s***h aimed at Jian’s midsection, Jian stepped into the attack. It was a move of suicidal bravery to anyone else, but for Jian, with his Visi Abadi Perang active, it was a precise calculation. He let the flat of Ren Hua’s blade whistle past his ribs by a hair's breadth. And as it did, he reached out his gloved hand.
His fingers, imbued with the raw, compact power of his Heaven's Blood Immortal Root, shot out with impossible speed. He didn't grab the sharp edge; he grabbed the blade itself, just above the hilt, where his Visi Abadi Perang showed him the precise point
