Su Xin's Blood River Divine Art didn't include any sword techniques, but it did contain finger techniques.
After all, swordsmanship clashed with saber techniques, but not with finger techniques.
Though Qi Long wielded a saber, that didn't mean he never used other martial arts.
Warriors like him, who had risen from humble beginnings, usually used whatever martial arts were strongest.
Qi Long had first chosen to use a saber because the first martial art he'd obtained was a saber technique. It wasn't because he had any particular talent for the saber or because he liked using one.
No one had expected Qi Long to conceal a Blood River Divine Finger behind that single saber strike.
Two vicious streaks of blood shot straight for the Esoteric Sect monk's eyes.
When fighting people in the Western Frontier, these Esoteric Sect monks rarely fought to the death or tried to wipe out their opponents. Few of them were as ruthless as Qi Long.
Caught in a crisis, the Esoteric Sect monk didn't even have time to bring his hands back to defend himself. He bent his body, which seemed as hard as iron, into an impossibly strange curve, trying to evade the force of the two Blood River Divine Finger strikes.
But the streaks of blood clung to him like maggots to bone. They tracked the Esoteric Sect monk relentlessly, then suddenly veered in midair and shot straight for his eyes.
With no other choice, the Esoteric Sect monk gritted his teeth and uttered a Buddhist mantra. Buddha-light blazed around him.
A thunderous crack rang through the restaurant. The two streaks of blood were directly scattered by the mantra, but the Esoteric Sect monk's face turned deathly pale.
The Esoteric Sect's mantras and Shaolin Temple's Lion's Roar shared the same origin, but the