"I don't know. It seems like something is attacking him?" the second man asked dumbly in return.
Both of them were peak Golden Body Realm experts, yet they could not detect the Shadow Moon Rat at all. All they saw was Sikong Jing practicing his swordsmanship, only for sword explosions to keep erupting during his practice.
It looked as though something was attacking him...
The first man stared intently for a while, then shook his head with certainty. "There's nothing there. It should be some kind of special sword technique. It looks strange."
The second man nodded as well.
They refused to believe that something was attacking Sikong Jing. Otherwise, how could they possibly fail to see it?
What they did not know was that Sikong Jing could not see it either. He relied on instinct and his ability to catch the Shadow Moon Rat's aura.
By the waterfall, Sikong Jing continuously sensed the way the Shadow Moon Rat circulated its demonic power amid its attacks. New meridians were also beginning to form within his body, while his sword strikes against the Shadow Moon Rat grew faster and faster.
Yet at that moment, the hazy moonlight, originally veiled by thin clouds, suddenly brightened. At some point, the wind had scattered the clouds, and the moonlight shone bright as polished jade.
Sikong Jing's figure as he practiced his sword became increasingly distinct.
For an assassin, the darker it was, the better. Yet at this moment, Sikong Jing felt the danger increase severalfold.
Pfft...
Suddenly, danger descended!
Just as Sikong Jing raised his sword, a phantom twisted past the blade and struck straight at his shoulder.
Sikong Jing had already retreated swiftly, but he was still torn open.
A faint bloody gash split across Sikong Jing's shoulder...
"Lord of Ten Thousand Beasts,