"Take one more step, and you die!"
His voice was calm, like a breeze brushing past. It seemed to hold no threat at all.
Yet Wen Jiu's steps came to an abrupt halt.
His eyes narrowed slightly. His opponent seemed brimming with confidence, which made little sense, and he stopped without thinking.
By all rights, with the True Qi strength he had displayed, even an ordinary Bone Refining expert might not dare stand in his way.
And yet Liu Chu, right in front of him, still dared to block his path.
Clearly, either he was formidable enough to have every reason to be confident, or he was putting on an act to scare Wen Jiu!
Wen Jiu focused his gaze. Liu Chu wore a black robe, a long saber hanging at his waist. His entire bearing was exceptionally cold, and an unmatched confidence radiated from him.
Meeting his eyes, Wen Jiu felt as if he were facing a keen, precious blade, just waiting to be unsheathed before delivering a heaven-shattering strike!
For a moment, Wen Jiu was almost intimidated, his resolve wavering.
A flash of fierce determination crossed his eyes. He snorted. "I'm not even afraid of death. What else is there to fear? I don't care if you're bluffing—take my sword!"
With that, True Qi surged through his body and gathered on the long sword in his hand. He was about to slash at Liu Chu.
But before his sword energy could even fly—
Clang—
The long saber left its sheath.
A blade of light suddenly swept out. It seemed slow, but was in fact blindingly fast, carrying an overwhelming momentum, as though it could cleave mountains and rivers apart. Its might was terrifying.
"This is... Blade Momentum?!"
Wen Jiu's pupils contracted. His mind trembled, and he felt as