Retreat!
A black-clad man struck with his sword, forcing Zhang He back.
Zhang He retreated ten steps, his feet stumbling and panic showing in his eyes. When he looked at the man again, he roared and charged forward, hefting his great saber and bringing it crashing down. For a time, he battered the man back step by step, leaving him utterly unable to fight back.
After several hundred exchanges, Zhang He shattered the long saber in the man's hand and sent him flying back a hundred meters!
Blood spurted from his mouth.
"Ha! Come on, come on! Your grandpa Zhang He is sending you to hell!" Having driven the man back, Zhang He wore an unbearably smug expression as he dragged his great saber forward again.
The man knelt on one knee, and when he saw Zhang He charging in once more, his eyes hardened. A long saber flew from his Storage Bag and landed in his hand.
With the saber in hand, his aura instantly turned icy.
It was as if a sleeping Lion King had suddenly awakened!
"You're a Blade Cultivator!" Halfway through his charge, Zhang He sensed the man's aura suddenly change and cried out in shock.
This man was none other than Liu Dao!
Liu Dao drew his long saber and stepped forward. The dazzling blade light swept across heaven and earth, surging straight toward Zhang He.
Though Zhang He desperately raised his saber to block and barely withstood most of the force, the lingering power of the blow still sent him flying. He crashed to the ground in a wretched heap, the skin across his body bursting open as blood poured out. His life was not in danger, but Zhang He had no strength to resist for the time being!
At that moment, a black-clad