Twelve streams of Sword Qi flowed without rest, forming a sword ring that continuously twisted inward to slaughter. This was precisely the secret art of Jade Sun Mountain's "Returning Wind, Withered Snow Sword Qi." The cycling Sword Qi not only cut off the influx of yin energy, but also formed a deadly cage that relentlessly pressed toward Situ Tu.
"Returning Wind, Withered Snow... You... you are a successor of Jade Sun Mountain?"
The Ghost Commander could not really be blamed for misunderstanding. A supreme art like Returning Wind, Withered Snow Sword Qi was simply too famous; it had practically become the identification of Jade Sun Mountain's lineage. Whenever one saw this Sword Qi, famed for its bone-chilling cold, there was no need for further explanation—its wielder had to be a direct disciple of Jade Sun Mountain.
Now Liu Yi's avatar wielded the long-renowned Returning Wind, Withered Snow Sword Qi with ease, even drawing forth many variations from it. Situ Tu could hardly help but question the identity of the man before him.
Yuchen had ultimately misjudged him. This Liu Yidao was no bandit who had sprung out of some wilderness; he was clearly a young disciple Jade Sun Mountain had secretly nurtured at some unknown time.
"If I said I wasn't, would you believe me?"
As the sword cage's slaughter closed in, Situ Tu's form was gradually stripped apart by the Sword Qi and turned into wisps of green smoke.
"Liu Yidao..."
Situ Tu's figure vanished bit by bit. At this moment, only Liu Yi's avatar, clad in fitted combat robes, stood alone in the vast sky, lonely as snow.
"This fiend..."
Du Ling swallowed hard in the distance.
It was like pressing down the gourd only for the ladle to bob up. One Situ Tu had gone, yet an