Just as he was about to step forward and finish off the Grass Puppet for good.
Suddenly, a streak of golden Sword Qi shot out, swift as lightning, arriving before the Masked Cultivator in the blink of an eye.
"What Sword Art is this?!"
The Sword Art was far too sudden and too fast. The Masked Cultivator had no time to bring out a defensive Magic Tool.
With his soul nearly flying from his body, he could only force himself to twist aside.
There was a whoosh.
The golden Sword Qi pierced straight through his shoulder, and blood instantly poured like a fountain, splattering all over the Spirit Field.
The Sword Qi's remaining force did not fade, and it stabbed into the courtyard wall behind him.
"Run, now!"
The Masked Cultivator had no mind for the severe pain coming from his shoulder. A thought flashed through his mind, and he wanted to flee this Spirit Field.
He was experienced, and he knew full well that a Sword Art of this level was absolutely not something a little rogue cultivator at Qi Training Stage 3 could use.
If a few more of such Sword Qi came—or even just one—he risked falling here.
A fierce wind came from behind him. A Silver-White Sword chased after him.
With a thought from the Masked Cultivator, Spiritual Power circulated rapidly, and an Ice Wall appeared in midair, blocking the menacing Silver-White Sword just in time.
Unexpectedly, just as the sword was about to collide with the Ice Wall, the Silver-White Short Blade silently split apart. Dozens of thin fragments, like silver-white butterflies, attacked the Masked Cultivator from every direction.
This kind of unexpected method of attack threw the Masked Cultivator into complete disarray at once. Fragments stabbed into his limbs, shoulder, and chest.
A Shadowy