“Quick, dodge!” Cang Yue shouted in a nervous manner.
The storm and the sword silhouettes attacked simultaneously but Yun Che still remained still as though he had already been scared silly. Only when the storm and the sword silhouettes approached, blew up his hair and shirt violently, did he finally move… One second ago, he seemed as immovable as a mountain. One second later, he suddenly seemed like a volcano that had just exploded.