Under the catalysis of high heat and Sword Qi, the blood swiftly vaporized into mist, and the sword light charged straight through its midst.
Though the matter had been settled with a single strike, it had still met some resistance. Those cultivators who had been charging at the front all fell farther behind. The sword that slew Bag Bandit had simply been too dazzling.
No matter how strong Bag Bandit had been, he was still a Longevity True Man, on the same level as them. Such a figure had been cut down by the fierce sword as easily as that. If they truly rushed forward, who could be confident of blocking that blow? Their movements naturally slowed. It was only human nature; even those of the Longevity realm were no exception.
Yet Qu Cheng, who had just found himself a new hiding place, inexplicably felt that something was off.
Within the Heavenly Evasion Sect, all those who had made a name for themselves were first-rate assassins. But before that, they had surely been first-rate sword cultivators as well. Apart from Ancestor Gu Liang, whose level surpassed everyone else by far, no one here could exceed him in their comprehension of sword intent.
That was precisely why he caught a detail everyone else had overlooked. "That sword strike was like drawing a bow and firing a crossbow, building momentum before moving. It probably cannot be used a second time anytime soon... Tsk, why does it carry a bit of our own flavor?"
Thinking back now, ever since the fierce sword had escaped the lava lake, it had charged left and right, seeming never to pause for an instant. Yet it had actually been holding back all along. It had been the same when it was trapped within the army formation before—like