Li Poxiao was furious. He flicked the long sword in his hand, and the incantation spilled from his lips. Red talismans, ritual salt, and everything else he needed came flying out in rapid succession, as he prepared to blast me to death with Daoist arts.
I had known things would develop this way. After all, the Blood Garment was simply too heaven-defying against ghosts. Even if Granny Meng fought a battle of attrition, as long as the Blood Garment was there, it wouldn't pose much of a problem.
Li Poxiao clearly understood this. If the fight continued, his master would definitely lose, so he had come looking for trouble with me.
"Bleak, bleak winds. Ride the sword through Heaven, Daoist arts of Heaven and Earth! Return upon the sword!" Li Poxiao didn't give me time to think. He immediately used Return upon the Sword!
I had personally witnessed the might of this sword technique twice. Both times, the sword had circled around its target's head, and the opponent's head had inexplicably fallen to the ground!
I was now in the middle stage of the Dao Entry Realm, but facing a sword technique that even someone in the late stage might not be able to withstand still made my scalp prickle.
Big Sister Wife tugged lightly at my clothes, reminding me of the technique's immense power. I took a deep breath. The red talisman was still in my hand, but I pulled out a blue one as well and flung it out, immediately chanting, "Borrowing the Law of Heaven One, Flying Step!"
Whoosh! Thanks to the horsetail whisk, my borrowed-law speed had become outrageously fast. In an instant, I had run more than fifty meters away. From a distance, Li Poxiao had become nothing more than a black speck!
"Junior Brother,