"Who exactly are you? There could not possibly be a master of your caliber in Xiangzhou."
His vision had already turned blood-red, and waves of ringing filled his ears. Zuo Li could no longer hold on. With a shrill cry, he dropped to one knee, clutching his head as though it were about to split apart, and shouted the question.
The Blade Wielding Technique was his ultimate move for preserving his life and killing enemies. It could raise his combat strength fivefold, even tenfold. No one in the Celestial Being Realm should have been able to withstand it—or rather, no one could withstand it without a scratch.
Its blade qi was incomparably sharp, capable of slicing apart the flesh of body-tempering martial artists with Golden Body cultivation and even severing divine weapons. Its power was evident.
Its blade momentum moved like wind and thunder, crashing down from the nine heavens and arriving in an instant. Before an opponent even realized what was happening, their head would already have been cut off, dying without knowing why.
Then there was its blade intent. The Blood Refining demon blade had been tempered day and night, without rest, growing from shallow to deep, accumulating and changing, until the moment it flew forth. Then it surged up like a vast sea, its boundless intent like endless ocean waves, more than enough to suppress an enemy's primordial spirit.
With such blade arts, infused with Zuo Li's eighty years of cultivation and bolstered by his Celestial Being cultivation, he did not believe a Celestial Being master could take it so easily. It was absolutely impossible.
"Zuo Li, though your blade arts are extraordinary and worthy of a master, your eyesight is truly lacking. Have you not heard the saying: when the Heavenly Blade walks the world, ten