Li Mu's hand felt the cold and hard steel of the hilt of his weapon.

This was a habit of his every time before he attacked.

The movement was executed with indescribable grace and coolness.

As his fingers wrapped around his hilt, the golden talons of the junior were but a hair's breadth away from reaching Li Mu's head.

Right at that moment came the deadly glint of steel.

Quick as lightning.

Anyone would have thought ...