Yu Ci had just unleashed two consecutive sword strikes, swift as lightning flashing off flint. Not only were they incredibly fast and the Sword Qi overwhelmingly fierce, but even while plunging at high speed, his grasp of timing had been exact to the smallest fraction. He had even borrowed the force to slow his nearly uncontrollable descent. Such vision and technique were clearly tempered through a thousand hammerings and a hundred refinements, utterly different from those who relied solely on superior sword arts to crush their foes.
At this point, Tu Du began to understand Huang Tai's defense. "With skill like this, and those crafty schemes of his, Liu Siwei did not die unjustly beneath his sword."
Yet the more clearly he understood Yu Ci's caliber, the fiercer the flames burned within him.
The little brat was quite lively, wasn't he? Did he think this old fellow was a lump of rotten flesh, no match for him?
Thinking of his frail, crippled body thousands of miles away, which could breathe its last at any moment, Tu Du wanted to grit his teeth. But he soon remembered that it had been a very long time since he had known what "gritting his teeth" felt like.
Yu Ci had no idea that Tu Du hated him enough to gnash his teeth, because he had no attention to spare for anything else. Before his eyes and within his heart, there was only unprecedented danger and exhilaration.
He had never pinned his hopes on Tu Du obeying that so-called prohibition, nor had he ever believed his goal was merely to shake off Tu Du's pursuit and flee safely. On the contrary, he wanted Tu Du to chase him down, deep into Sky Rift Gorge, preferably all the way into the dark region forty li