After a fierce struggle, he discovered that these Air Blades were incredibly fast and immensely powerful. They could even self-destruct, making it impossible to confront them head-on.
How had this guy suddenly become so strong? Could he have obtained some inheritance? Sword Slave wondered in secret, his heart growing heavier. The explosive increase in his opponent's strength filled him with an inexplicable sense of danger.
Sword Slave knew he could not afford to delay. He made a swift decision to retreat first.
He turned to flee, but at that moment, he suddenly sensed something unusual, as though something behind him was watching him.
Sword Slave stopped and turned around warily, only to be utterly shocked by what he saw.
Lin Taichu was somehow standing behind him, a cold smile curling at the corner of his lips as he watched him with venomous eyes.
A chill gleamed in Lin Taichu's eyes. He cast Sword Slave a disdainful glance, then raised his right palm and slammed it down.
Sword Slave's eyes flew wide as he watched a blazing red light sweep toward him with overwhelming force. Terrified out of his wits, he hastily raised the flaming longsword in his hand to block it.
Boom! After a deafening crash, Sword Slave was sent flying more than thirty yards away. He smashed through two walls before finally coming to a stop.
Lin Taichu narrowed his eyes and slowly advanced toward Sword Slave. "Sword Slave, today will be your end!"
"Ah—" Sword Slave let out a pained scream, clutching his chest as he struggled to rise.
By now, Sword Slave was covered in wounds. His clothes had long since been torn to shreds, and even his flesh was split and curled back, blood dripping everywhere. His body was caked in mud and dust, and his