This was the first time Tang Song had bled so much since his mutation, and unlike before, his wounds did not heal rapidly. Instead, they kept widening.
Lin Taichu froze and looked up. A swordsman stood before Tang Song. The swordsman wore a long white robe, his hair tied up, his face expressionless and his eyes icy.
He held a long sword in his hand. The sword was pure white, without a trace of impurity. Black blood stained its blade, yet it still radiated fierce sword qi. Even standing there, it exuded an overwhelming pressure.
Enraged, Tang Song roared, turned, and pounced at the swordsman. He swung a claw at the swordsman's head. The swordsman did not move, merely shifting slightly to the side and easily avoiding Tang Song's attack.
Then he raised his hand and swung his sword. A sharp sword qi shot forth and struck Tang Song's arm with precision. Tang Song's arm was severed instantly, black blood gushing out as the severed limb fell to the ground, still writhing.
Tang Song let out an even more miserable roar, but he did not retreat. Instead, he grew more violent, wildly swinging his remaining claw at the swordsman while the bone spikes on his back stabbed toward him.
The swordsman dealt with him calmly, his figure nimbly evading Tang Song's attacks as he continuously swung his sword. Every strike landed precisely on Tang Song's vital points, leaving deep wounds.
Lin Taichu stood rooted to the spot, dumbfounded. He had never seen anyone so powerful. Tang Song's current strength had already surpassed that of every elder in the Tang Sect, yet before this swordsman, he had no power to fight back.
The swordsman's moves were simple and decisive, without any unnecessary motion. Every sword strike hit a vital point, and