The high-speed train burst out of the tunnel.
And atop the train, unbeknownst to anyone, a young man had appeared.
A strong wind blew past.
The black trench coat of Yan Li fluttered wildly in the wind.
He knelt, holding an unsheathed long sword in a reversed grip, with the tip aimed at the end of the roof of the train car, directed at Zhou Xiao's Heavenly Spirit cover.
If he struck swiftly enough,
the tip would pierce through Zhou Xiao's head.
But once Zhou Xiao reacted, the price would be... the instantaneous death of the three young Transcendents inside the carriage.
With this strike, Yan Li was eighty percent certain it would be fatal.
But… he did not have the confidence to save the three young Transcendents, for he also felt the "power of silk threads" inside this car, which seemed to be some kind of peculiar domain.
Although not yet fully matured.
But within this domain, taking a life was merely a flick of the finger away for its master.
