Now, back to Ao Yue. The short blade of the black-robed cultivator came wrapped in a fierce gust of wind, stabbing straight toward Ao Yue's back. Yet Ao Yue seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Just as the blade was about to touch his clothes, he lightly tapped the ground with his toes, his body drifting like willow fluff as he dodged the fatal blow sideways. He swung his sword backward, and the Azure Spirit Sword carved out a sharp arc of light, heading straight for the black-robed cultivator's face.
The black-robed cultivator was startled. He had not expected this seemingly ordinary gray-robed cultivator to possess such skill. He hurriedly raised his blade to block. With a crisp clang, sparks flew in all directions. The tremendous force numbed his arm and nearly knocked the weapon from his grasp.
"Not bad!" The black-robed cultivator snarled. His short blade danced in a seamless barrage, attacking Ao Yue like a venomous snake striking with its tongue. Ao Yue countered with the Azure Spirit Sword. His sword moves were simple and swift, yet they always struck first despite being launched second, neutralizing the black-robed cultivator's attacks.
Nearby, the green-robed cultivator clutched his wound. His face was pale, but his eyes gleamed sharply. Clearly, he was looking for another chance to strike.
Ao Yue faced two enemies alone, yet he was not at a disadvantage in the slightest. His gaze flashed like lightning as he swept it over his two opponents, secretly calculating. These two worked together with perfect coordination. Clearly, this was not their first time joining forces against an enemy. If he wanted to win, he had to finish the battle quickly. Otherwise, complications would arise with delay.
He drew a deep breath, circulating the Spiritual Power within his