"Attack! Attack at once! Kill this brat!"
Hearing this, Wu An roared, ordering the four deputy leaders to attack together and assassinate him.
Because as Xia Ping spoke, his aura was actually climbing steadily, his power visibly increasing, growing stronger without pause.
It was clear that this brat was using battle to nurture battle, treating them as stepping stones to temper his martial path.
If this continued, as he rose and they waned, they would no longer be a match for Xia Ping. They had to cut the weeds and pull up the roots before this brat's momentum reached its peak.
"Die! Take my sword—Flying Dragon Nine Forms Sword Art!"
One deputy leader shouted furiously, drawing a Three-Foot Green Peak and slashing out. Sword Qi crisscrossed the void, rending heaven and earth, like a soaring flying dragon unleashing a roar.
Within the dark starry sky, that Sword Qi moved like a dragon, carrying draconic majesty that made hearts tremble. It seemed capable of swallowing an entire planet whole, its savage might towering over all.
This was a swordsmanship divine ability created by a sword dao grandmaster. In the past, he had used this sword art to behead a flying dragon with a single strike. Its power was boundless, its Sword Qi razor-sharp and invincible.
Although this man had yet to unleash the full extent of the sword art, it still contained a trace of dragon-slaying might.
"Wind Thunder Fan!"
Another deputy leader attacked as well. A purple fan, jade-like throughout, appeared in his hand, its surface engraved with densely packed runic formations.
This was a high-grade spirit artifact, the Wind Thunder Fan.
With a gentle wave, a great heaven-and-earth formation emerged. Deep within it, wind and thunder energies intertwined ceaselessly, transforming into a wind-thunder flood dragon.
Roar!
The flood dragon