Meng Zhao's expression did not change. The sword tip touched and withdrew at once, his movement technique nimble as a fluttering butterfly.
Xiong Fei looked at Meng Zhao, his eyes full of astonishment. His fingers gently brushed the injured Tanzhong Acupoint. Though the strike had not truly broken his Mixed Iron Gang Body, its sword qi was indeed formidable, tearing through his defenses.
The sword qi lurked within the Tanzhong Acupoint, transforming into something like a drill and boring ever deeper. Had his cultivation not been profound, then even if the Mixed Iron Gang Body had remained unbroken, the sword qi would have pierced straight through his entire body by now.
"Fine swordsmanship. What a pity your cultivation is lacking. You do not even seem to match that brat from the Cai Family. Did he hire you?"
In truth, Xiong Fei regarded Meng Zhao more highly than Cai Qi. Meng Zhao's inner cultivation was certainly not the Cai Family's Wind Blade Tribulation, yet the power of his sword qi was even more terrifying than Wind Blade Tribulation. That alone proved he was no simple man.
If they possessed equal cultivation, if Meng Zhao had Cai Qi's inner cultivation and abundant qi strength, that single strike would likely have seriously wounded him.
Meng Zhao's cultivation was somewhat weak at present. Though his sword qi was impressive and surpassed Wind-Facing Blade, it did not pose much of a threat to him.
At the very least, it was not enough to make Xiong Fei feel the threat of death.
Meng Zhao smiled faintly and sighed.
"It is indeed fine swordsmanship. Yet Chief Xiong's protective martial art is what truly deserves to be called exquisitely peerless. Had I not relied on the sharpness of my sword, I fear I would not have been able