The two blades collided, spraying countless sparks.
Murder Ghost was sent flying backward by Su Hao's powerful, heavy slash.
Regret flashed across Su Hao's face behind the black mask. That strike had been godlike in strength; he had originally thought he could split both man and blade in two with a single blow, yet it had been blocked.
Sure enough, no High-Rank Grandmaster Warrior was weak.
"And that blade!" Su Hao noticed the broad, heavy longsword in the other man's hand. It was absolutely not comparable to the common junk in his own hand.
In truth, most of the credit for blocking his strike went to the blade in Murder Ghost's hand.
Because Su Hao had clearly sensed that the instant his blade struck the other's, it shattered the Blood Qi attached to it. The remaining force was then caught by the other man's blade.
Although Murder Ghost had been sent flying together with his blade, in Su Hao's eyes, he had blocked it.
"Good that you blocked it! Let's have a hearty, exhilarating battle!" Su Hao muttered softly.
Murder Ghost had already climbed to his feet. Blood seeped from the corner of his mouth as he stared solemnly at Su Hao, holding his longsword horizontally before him in a fighting stance.
He looked uncertainly at the masked man before him. He was only a little over five feet tall, and beneath the moonlight, it was clear that he seemed rather young.
He was not sure whether the other man had discovered his secret and was hunting him down because of it.
He raised a hand to wipe the blood from his mouth, then tested the waters. "Who are you? Why did you suddenly attack me?"
Su Hao did not answer. The corners of his lips curled upward, and his