Cloud Slave

Still, the recoil from Yun Zhao's strike was no weak force.

When the impact reached him,

Yun Zhao felt a sharp pain in the web between his thumb and forefinger.

"What?!"

Yun Zhao's expression suddenly turned extremely ugly.

At the instant Yun Zhao's power stagnated, Lu Yuan moved.

That opening was exactly what he had been waiting for.

The Rusty Saber swept sideways, gray-black Annihilation Aura madly coiling and surging along its blade.

"Annihilation God-Slaying!"

Lu Yuan roared.

"Pfft!!!"

The gray-black blade light flashed and vanished, so fast it seemed like an illusion.

Yun Zhao was, after all, an expert from the Hundred Elites Ranking. At the brink of life and death, he twisted his waist and dodged with all his might. The strike failed to cleave him in two, but it slashed diagonally into his left shoulder.

The Annihilation power surged wildly through the wound. Wherever it passed, true qi scattered and flesh withered gray.

"Argh!"

Feeling the Annihilation power rushing into his body, Yun Zhao screamed and retreated.

Terror and shock showed on his face.

"What... what kind of sinister saber art is this?"

When he had challenged the experts on the Hundred Elites Ranking back then, he had never encountered such a vicious saber wound.

His power became hopelessly chaotic under the erosion of the Annihilation power. An eerie agony also radiated from the wound, as though even his vitality were being drained away.

"Why bother?"

Lu Yuan no longer delayed.

He had not come through Threefold Raging Waves unscathed. The saber force had shaken his qi and blood into a churning mess inside him.

Even his internal organs were aching faintly.

Yun Zhao was, after all, an expert of the Fourth Rank Realm.

If this dragged on, accidents were bound to happen.

Yun Zhao looked at