"!" Linghu Su seized the opportunity to retreat thirty feet, his feet gouging two deep furrows in the ground before he finally steadied himself.
His chest heaved violently, blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, and he stared fixedly at Shen Xiuhan:
"I wondered how three mere mid-stage transformation force cultivators dared come looking for me... So you've reached late-stage transformation force! But..."
He raised the back of his hand and wiped the blood from his mouth, a sinister gleam flashing through his eyes:
"You think your newly attained late-stage transformation force cultivation and that spent sword qi are enough to deal with me?"
Shen Xiuhan stood with his sword in hand, his gaze sweeping over the dozen fine, bloody cuts on his opponent's body as he said blandly:
"...And here I thought I was the one who'd just been wounded."
"..."
Linghu Su's mouth twitched, his handsome face contorting as he roared:
"You court death!"
He turned his palm over, and the Vermilion Wine Gourd leaped into the air. Its mouth pointed downward, pouring forth torrents of purple-black mist that stained the sky like ink, blotting out the sun in an instant.
"Whoosh..."
"It's poison! Watch out!"
Shen Miaoyin's expression changed abruptly, and she cried out:
"Hold your breath! Channel your true qi!"
She and Wang Yan activated their protective true qi simultaneously, enveloping themselves completely.
Both women already understood that they could not possibly intervene in the fight between Shen Xiuhan and Linghu Su.
All they could do now was protect themselves and avoid becoming burdens to Shen Xiuhan.
Amid the poison filling the sky.
Linghu Su flicked his wrist, and a pale longsword appeared out of thin air.
An eerie, bone-white light shone from the blade, as though it had been ground from human bones. Wisps