Qi Daodong glared furiously, completely unfazed by You Su's intimidation. Gritting his teeth, he said:
"Evil fiends resist to the bitter end—how many excuses can you possibly have?"
Each word was like oil poured onto a raging fire. You Su could no longer hold himself back, and his sword momentum swept forth like thunder.
Qi Daodong held the pagoda in one hand. With a cold snort, his lips moved rapidly as he swung his other hand.
A wall of azure qi appeared out of thin air, golden runes even swirling across its surface.
Wu Ping's eyes filled with envy. This was the Art of Verdant Qi, the Sky Guard Sect's treasured sect-protecting technique, a special cultivation art that only the sect master could learn! It could refine part of the Mystic Qi within one's body into a purer azure form. No matter what technique was cast with it, its power would become far greater.
His master had used his precious Verdant Qi right from the start. That blind man was surely doomed!
Just as Wu Ping expected, You Su's fierce sword momentum was forcibly blocked by the wall of qi, leaving everyone despairing.
You Su's eyes were pitch-black. The boundless fury in his chest would not allow him to stop now; he felt he would burst if he did not vent it. His heart pounded as if it were about to explode, and all his Mystic Qi answered the call of the Ink Pine Sword, converging at its edge.
He had only one thought now: he had to hack this wall to pieces!
Watching You Su's determined refusal to retreat, Wu Cheng could not help recalling the sword You Su had once held above his head.
When his master had asked what it had felt like to face You Su's