"Is that all you've got? Looks like the barbarians of the Southern Wasteland are nothing but pretty faces with no substance!"
As Guhongzi dissolved Red Slaughter's attacks, his tongue showed no mercy, still trying to provoke him further.
He knew well that when dealing with a hot-tempered opponent like this, once the man lost his mind, he would be much easier to handle.
Sure enough.
Red Slaughter's offensive grew increasingly frenzied.
Yet at the same time, flaws began to show amid those wild attacks.
A sharp gleam flashed through Guhongzi's eyes. The opportunity he had been waiting for had arrived!
Just as Red Slaughter once again disregarded his defenses and poured all his strength into a bloody axe-blade, trying to cleave Guhongzi and the mountain ridge below into pieces, Guhongzi moved!
Rather than meeting the terrifying axe-blade head-on, he employed his movement technique and narrowly evaded the strike.
At the same time, the silver threads of the whisk in his hand surged outward. They did not strike at Red Slaughter himself, but instead directly coiled around his giant axe.
With a sudden exertion of force, Guhongzi caught Red Slaughter off guard and directly snatched his weapon away.
"Bastard! Give me back my weapon!"
With his weapon stolen, Red Slaughter was both furious and frantic.
Without a weapon, his strength would drop by at least twenty percent.
In a clash between cultivators of the same realm, that was fatal.
Throwing caution to the wind, he lunged at Guhongzi, trying to seize his weapon back.
"You brainless brute with well-developed limbs!"
Guhongzi sneered.
Trying to play with this old man? You're still far too green.
Against the now-unarmed Red Slaughter, Guhongzi became increasingly at ease.
By now, Red Slaughter bore quite a few wounds.
Yet Guhongzi had no intention of killing him.