Bang!
Li Xuancang paid no heed to Huang Jiuxuan's fear. His fist led the way as he charged in for the kill.
Kill!
With a furious roar, Huang Jiuxuan drove the fear from his heart and charged at Li Xuancang with sword in hand.
Bang!
Clang!
Clang!
The two clashed fiercely, the ringing of metal never ceasing.
The crowd saw only that Li Xuancang barely moved, allowing Huang Jiuxuan to launch a ferocious assault.
With effortless ease, he blocked every one of Huang Jiuxuan's attacks—or rather, endured them all head-on.
Even a sword cultivator whose attacks were razor-sharp, even one of the strongest among sword cultivators, felt a profound helplessness before Li Xuancang, who had no weaknesses at all.
Huang Jiuxuan's face was filled with horror, and his heart with despair.
He had cultivated for more than two hundred years. From childhood, he had been a favored son of heaven, blessed with an unparalleled understanding of the sword path.
Yet the sword path he took such pride in, which had always swept aside all before it, was beaten so thoroughly before Li Xuancang that his sword heart nearly shattered.
Bang!
Li Xuancang seized the opening and smashed a fist into Huang Jiuxuan's face.
With a crack, his cheekbone shattered. Three teeth and bloody spittle flew out, half his face turned into a mangled blur of flesh and blood, and his entire body plummeted from the sky.
He had struck Li Xuancang with countless moves, yet could not shake him in the slightest.
Li Xuancang needed only one punch to take half his life.
Compared to their battle in Sweet Spring Commandery City, Li Xuancang's strength had undergone an earth-shaking transformation. Huang Jiuxuan could no longer threaten him.
Li Xuancang used no flashy techniques, only the purest crushing advantage in