His body flew backward uncontrollably, and he spat out a great mouthful of blood. His long saber nearly slipped from his grasp, the blood aura around him instantly dimmed, and his presence weakened. That single blow had already left him grievously injured.
In fact, had Su Fei not shown mercy, that blow alone could have killed Blood Butcher.
Blood Butcher forcibly steadied himself, pressing one hand tightly over his abdomen, which would not stop bleeding. His face was as white as paper, and cold sweat kept running down his temples.
As he looked at Su Fei, not a trace of arrogance remained in his eyes, only deep wariness and gravity.
The clearing below fell deathly silent.
All the disciples of the Blood Baleful Intent Sect and the Ancient Sword School stared dumbfounded at the scene in midair, unconsciously softening even their breathing.
In the blink of an eye, Elder Blood Butcher, who had just been brimming with imposing might and unleashing his supreme technique, had been severely wounded and defeated by this young chiliarch of the Demon Suppression Bureau.
Hadn't he lost far too quickly?
Qingxuan Zi, the Ancient Sword School's Dharma Manifestation Realm elder, stood rigid, staring blankly at the scene. Towering waves surged through his heart as he muttered to himself.
"How is this possible? Blood Butcher mastered the Blood Sea Life-Slaying Saber, and his combat strength far surpasses that of ordinary Dharma Manifestation Realm practitioners. How could he still suffer such a crushing defeat?"
He knew Blood Butcher's strength well. Without using the Blood Sea Life-Slaying Saber, Blood Butcher had fought him several times, and each bout had ended in a draw. Yet Su Fei had taken only a few breaths to defeat Blood Butcher while he was using the Blood Sea Life-Slaying Saber.
By that reckoning,