Facing Zhong Lin's terrifying kick, Song Wei's breath caught, and he retracted his chest and abdomen inward. His treasured saber was held defensively in front of his chest, like a screen, turning his attack into defense.
"Can you really hold it off?"
Zhong Lin let out a cold laugh, stepping with Seven Stars Technique, his right index and middle fingers lined up to form a sword finger, pointing at Song Wei's throat.
His nails clinked, and both fingers were blood-red like jade, akin to hot branding irons.
This move was extremely fierce and domineering, coupled with a dark, sinister, and vicious style.
It was a finger skill Zhong Lin had learned: the Absolute Death Finger Technique, ruthless and merciless, solely aiming to take lives.
Whoosh!
At the critical moment, Song Wei managed to dodge Zhong Lin's fatal strike, but his face was still marked with a long bloody scar.
"Light Split."
