In the martial world, swordsmen were as numerous as hairs on an ox, but those who wielded flexible swords were exceedingly rare.
A flexible sword was difficult to master. One careless move, and its wielder might injure himself instead of his foe. Without exceptional control over his force and nimble footwork, no one dared use one lightly.
Yet in Elder White Jade's hand, the flexible sword seemed to become part of his body, answering his every whim. With a flick of his wrist, the swordlight split, and an impenetrable web of strikes spread out.
Hiss! Hiss! Hiss!
The blade shuddered at tremendous speed, slicing through the air. Arcs like flashes of lightning crisscrossed and descended like a vast spiderweb, sealing off every path Hong Yuan might take to dodge.
The Seed Jade Sect elder was plainly furious. He showed no mercy from the moment he struck, intent on cutting the young man before him into dozens, if not hundreds, of pieces.
He had reason to do so.
After years of obscurity, the Seed Jade Sect had emerged under Wei Qingfeng's leadership to reclaim its former glory and make the sect great again.
What Hong Yuan had done was, without question, a slap in the Seed Jade Sect's face.
This was no mere matter of beating a few true disciples. The sect's dignity was at stake.
But just as the net of swordlight descended, a wine flask shot through the air and slammed into its dazzling brilliance.
Elder White Jade's flexible sword technique excelled at variation, and he still had at least a dozen follow-up moves. Whether he coiled, sliced, thrust, or chopped with the blade, though, all those dazzling variations ultimately converged at one point.
The sword's edge!
The wine flask blocked every possible variation with unerring precision and struck