After Uncle Yu slashed eight times, aside from two who dodged, six of them were knocked to the ground by the Dragon-Head Cleaver's blade aura.
Zhang Yuchen and I were both stunned.
Uncle Yu actually had such a powerful technique?
However, although the results were obvious, Uncle Yu himself was not in good shape.
He had only swung eight simple slashes, yet his complexion had visibly worsened.
Uncle Yu had always been somewhat stout.
But after merely swinging eight times, his body had actually slimmed down—visibly so.
Seeing this, I understood.
Though this technique was powerful and borrowed the "Golden Saber" from Grandmaster,
it still consumed his own blood essence and life force.
At Uncle Yu's rate of swinging, he probably would not be able to hold on after ten slashes at most.
And Uncle Yu clearly knew his limits.
He said,
"Go! I can still swing twice more!"
Zhang Yuchen and I had both seen how much thinner Uncle Yu had become and how bad his complexion was.
Neither of us wasted another word as we charged straight ahead.
There were only around thirty evil practitioners. We had already killed several before, and now Uncle Yu alone had wounded six more.
The pressure on us dropped sharply, and we charged straight ahead.
We moved incredibly fast. The young evil practitioner leading them was still shouting,
"Stop them! Don't let them get through!"
The remaining dozen or so evil practitioners also launched fierce attacks at us.
I gathered my qi and struck out with my palm.
"Heavenly thunder rumbles, qi hangs between beginning and end.
I borrow the thunder of the Dharma to destroy evil fiends.
Thunder Method; Palm Thunder!"
With a thunderous boom, arcs of electricity leaped forth.
Two people were instantly blasted off their feet. Borrowing the force