Though those bloody marks were not deep, they told him one undeniable fact—he could withstand the attacks, but he could not overpower his opponent.
If he wanted to take the white-robed man's life, he would have to activate either a Sword Talisman or a demon talisman.
But when Chen Changming recalled the ruinous loss of using three Sword Talismans at once in his battle against Cold Extreme Void, his teeth began to ache.
Each of those three Sword Talismans had been a life-saving treasure he kept at the bottom of his chest. Every one used meant one less remaining.
He gritted his teeth and decided to save whatever he could.
If he could force his opponent to retreat in the face of difficulty through a drawn-out battle, that would naturally be best.
"Break!"
Unable to gain ground after attacking for so long, the white-robed man was finding it increasingly hard to save face. After his features twitched, he suddenly let out a fierce shout, and the mana within him surged forth wildly.
The small seal buzzed, expanding in an instant until it was the size of a small mountain.
Seeing his opponent increase the strength of his attack, Chen Changming raised a brow. A flash of black light flickered in his right hand, and a greatsword black from hilt to tip appeared in his grasp.
"Oh? You are even skilled in close-quarters swordsmanship? What you have learned is quite a hodgepodge."
The white-robed man froze briefly before letting out a scornful laugh, his voice dripping with mockery.
"Yet being broad but not refined will ultimately lead only to a dead end!"
Though he spoke thus, anxiety stirred within him.
No matter what, he had to kill this Body Cultivator today.
Otherwise, if this man escaped alive and word got out—if