Zuo Yan's reserves were terrifying.
Ten sabers, executing ten different secret saber arts at once.
Once she had exhausted those ten secret saber arts, she immediately switched to the next batch.
Chu Qing used both arms as sabers.
Whatever secret saber art Zuo Yan used, he used the same.
Zuo Yan sneered. "A country bumpkin like you dares resist me this way?"
"You think you're Zuo Yan too?"
Zuo Yan was arrogant.
The saber arts she unleashed became faster, fiercer, and more brutal.
"I, Zuo Yan, have cultivated three hundred and eighty-two secret saber arts."
"What do you have to compete with me?"
Cold light flashed sharply.
After finishing ten sets of secret saber arts, Zuo Yan switched to new ones.
Chu Qing switched along with her.
Zuo Yan sneered. "Boy, you're provoking me!"
Chu Qing merely smiled without speaking.
One batch...
Three batches...
Ten batches...
Zuo Yan had switched through over a hundred secret saber arts.
Her Saber Light blazed brilliantly, killing intent chilling to the bone. Even the wind and snow were shredded by the dreadful Saber Light.
However:
The longer they fought, the more alarmed she became.
Because:
Chu Qing knew every single secret saber art.
"How is that possible?"
"A countryman—even if he were the heir of a great family from a prefectural city—couldn't cultivate so many secrets without the aid of treasures!"
"Could he be the heir of a great family from a main city?"
"But the records say he's only a mud-legged peasant from a County Town!"
Zuo Yan was perplexed.
Ordinary Heaven-Connecting Martial Artists knew the importance of the secrets of the Four Great Realms and were all racing against time to cultivate them.
Yet only the direct descendants of top clans from main cities and above could rely on special treasures to