"This fellow truly had no shortage of secrets. He had clearly started cultivating Ghost Three Slashes at roughly the same time as I did. I had only just gotten through the door, yet that brat had reached at least the second-blade realm." As Chen Xing swung several slashes, his expression began to turn strange.
The places where he and Qin Shaofeng had charged in were not far apart, and he could see the battle over there with perfect clarity.
Yet the clearer he saw it, the stranger his expression became.
That fellow, with merely Ninth-tier Venerable Realm cultivation, had actually advanced so far in Ghost Three Slashes. Had he truly begun cultivating this God-grade Martial Skill alongside him?
Old Ghost Chen Xing was no longer merely envious; he was suspicious, jealous, and resentful.
He remembered it clearly.
Back when he and Qin Shaofeng had obtained the Ghost Three Slashes manual together, he had been the first to begin cultivating it.
At that time, Qin Shaofeng had spent nearly all his time consuming resources to raise his physical cultivation.
He had barely even seen him cultivate.
Yet today, he discovered that his own cultivation of the God-grade Martial Skill was simply beyond comparison, even if he whipped his horse to death.
For the sake of his pride.
Though endless doubts filled his heart, he could only swallow them all back down.
Yet the indignation in his heart transformed into combat power, pouring completely into his blade light.
His Eighth-tier Saint Star Position cultivation nearly erupted in full.
Where blade light had previously flooded everywhere, it now became terrifying streams of blade qi. With every swing, he could almost cover more than ten people.
"Those who dare block my path, die!"
As Old Ghost Chen Xing swung with all his strength, he