Seeing his own longsword sent flying, Cao Jinping's face turned deathly pale, and he immediately sidestepped.
Just as he had moved his foot, the Qinghong Sword descended, severing one of Cao Jinping's arms.
In desperate straits, Cao Jinping was resolute, knowing he could neither escape nor block the blow, his only option was to dodge to avoid a fatal strike and buy himself some time.
With Lin Tianming's strike dissipating, the Qinghong Sword also appeared behind Cao Jinping.
Momentarily having saved his life, Cao Jinping, not caring about his injuries or the severe pain, could only hasten to flee the area.
However, he had barely flown a few meters when he saw a fist appearing above his head.
The fist was small, yet it brought a whirlwind, causing his tattered Daoist robe to flutter.
In that instant, he knew there was no way to dodge or block it.
Desperate, Cao Jinping stood frozen in place, his eyes shut tightly, his heart filled with regret.