Lu Ye broke from his usual pattern and launched the attack himself. No one had expected it, and it aroused suspicion among quite a few people from Myriad Demon Ridge, who wondered whether the breaking of his Spiritual Artifact had given him a death wish...
In the blink of an eye, the two had already exchanged blows. A clanging rang out as their Spiritual Artifacts collided again and again.
Hu Ping was also a Weapon Cultivator, and his Spiritual Artifact was likewise a saber. Unlike Lu Ye's, however, his was much broader and somewhat shorter—a traditional chopping knife.
As a disciple from a Third Rank Sect, Hu Ping was quite formidable himself. Though he had no record of defeating enemies above his rank, few cultivators of the same cultivation level could match him.
Especially once his broad, sweeping saber technique unfolded, it carried the imposing momentum of a gale sweeping away fallen leaves. If Lu Ye's saber was sharp and aggressive, then Hu Ping's was savage and forceful.
Yet after clashing with Lu Ye, a Tier Five cultivator, he discovered in horror that he could not fully unleash his saber technique at all. Lu Ye's Spiritual Artifact had indeed broken, but his speed and strength were still beyond Hu Ping's ability to contend with.
After several exchanges, Hu Ping was already struggling to withstand Lu Ye's fierce offensive. He kept retreating, the web between his thumb and forefinger splitting open. To him, the opponent before him was not a Tier Five cultivator at all, but a savage beast overflowing with Blood Qi.
The pressure was simply too overwhelming!
With a clang, Hu Ping's body arched backward, and the Spiritual Artifact in his hand nearly flew away. He tried to steady himself, but his foot slipped.
Too many people had died