This wasn't swordsmanship!
Mister Gai was not naïve enough to imagine that his opponent had to use a sword, but such a wondrous sight was rare in all the world. As the Golden Horned Black Dragon emerged through layer upon layer of ripples, the hundreds of yin soldiers that had formed a ghost formation and received the Ghost Blood Shadowless Lamp's blessing began to waver. Even the green light filling the sky dimmed considerably. The ghost formation's power had effectively been dispelled by more than half.
With its sharp edge gone, pressing the attack might not yield any advantage. Mister Gai therefore held back for the moment, keeping the ghost formation above the Carefree Bird's head. At this point, he naturally understood the origin of that long cry which had linked with the gale and entangled the Carefree Bird flock, slowing them down.
Since the Middle Ages, dragonkind had grown increasingly scarce. Even when one or two occasionally appeared, they never amounted to much. Heavenly Dragon True Intent as powerful and pure as this would draw attention wherever it appeared.
Anyone who possessed it could not have ordinary fortunes, strength, or fame. Yet though this Void Stepping swordsman's skills had clearly been tempered a thousand times over in the crucible of life and death, he looked unfamiliar. His style was distinct, yet no corresponding name could be found.
Could there truly be someone in this world who had leaped out from a crack in a stone?
As he lost focus for an instant, the Carefree Bird ahead suddenly drew in its wings. The powers of wind and fire subsided, while its massive body blurred—and in the next moment, vanished.
Void traversal again!
Mister Gai knew then that he had missed the best opportunity. You Rui and that swordsman truly had