"Putting on a brave front? Who else is nearby?"
Xiao Chen used a secret art to conceal his and Thunderstorm's auras.
The Blue Moon Clan youth lacked sufficient cultivation and failed to notice that there were people—and a rat—above the clouds.
Pfft!
At that moment, a streak of sword light flashed past. A line of blood appeared across the Blue Moon Clan youth's neck, rapidly widening. Then his head flew up, shooting into the sky.
The headless corpse collapsed, blue alien blood gushing out and dyeing the ground a deep azure. The stench of blood was suffocating.
"This!" Everyone present stared in stunned disbelief. What had happened? The Blue Moon Clan youth, who had been so arrogantly overbearing just moments ago, had suddenly died. They had not even seen who struck!
"Heaven Brother, are you all right?" Dressed in white and carrying an ancient sword, Xiao Chen stood proudly in the air, looking concernedly at Xu Potian, who had already gone limp on the ground.
"Of course. They're only superficial wounds. How could a mere little thief hurt me?" Xu Potian said calmly, though blood kept streaming from the corner of his mouth.
Only then did everyone finally notice Xiao Chen hanging high in the air.
"Big Brother, who is this?" one of the Blade and Sword Brotherhood youngsters asked tremulously, a bold guess already forming in his heart.
"He is the second president of our Blade and Sword Brotherhood, my little brother—Sword Demon Xiao Chen!"
The youths were stunned. This white-clad young man before them was actually their idol, the renowned Sword Demon Xiao Chen?
But hadn't Xiao Chen already died?
"Chen-di encountered some trouble before and nearly died, but he pulled through," Xu Potian said, seeing through their doubts.
"Lord Sword Demon truly is invincible! The Blue Moon