Gan Jiang and Mo Xie were a little stunned. They had, of course, been ready to fight at any moment, but they had never imagined that the enemy who appeared before them would be this type.
Of course, Mao Yuanzuo, who was only forty, also seemed not to have expected to run into such unexpected guests here.
The three of them stared at one another in silence, and the scene grew awkward. It was the sort of thing you would expect to see only in a surrealist farce.
Naturally, after the awkwardness had gone on for a while, their auras began to rise and their aggressive spiritual energies clashed. The atmosphere gradually grew tense, and the absurd farce shifted into an action-movie set.
The middle-aged man lowered his shoulders slightly, but smiled with easy composure. "Actually, I'm just passing through, too. Can you believe that?"
The blue and green lightsabers leaped from their scabbards at the same time, slashing diagonally toward his shoulders like lightning. The strikes looked like simple downward and reverse diagonal cuts, but each contained several variations and could turn into a reverse sweep, an upward thrust, or a straight stab at any moment. Yet all of those were feints. The true killing blows were aimed at Tiantu, the hollow at the base of the throat.
This was the Thirteen Tiantu Swords, created by Lan Jiufeng for the Spirit Research Society.
According to Lan Jiufeng, even Blood Paths with tough hides and Guardians with their defensive skills maxed out had their weakest point at the throat. A heavy blow there could affect an opponent's spiritual pathways even if it failed to pierce them and merely left a burn, giving you an advantage from the very start.
...All right, that explanation was a bit too mystical. To put