Mad Cao Yuan roared furiously, his figure darting over like lightning, the wooden sword in his hand suddenly swung out, and the black flames, like a crescent moon, slashed towards Instructor Han.

With empty hands, Instructor Han's eyes narrowed slightly as he rolled to the side, avoiding the crescent moon, and at the same time, he reached back and picked up the straight sword that was on the ground.

With a light chant, the straight sword was unsheathed!

With the sword in hand, Instructor Han's demeanor changed instantly.