With his hair hanging loose, Li Linquan swung a longsword wreathed in azure lightning at the enemies before him.
He wore a fitted blue-black outfit and had handsome features and a masculine bearing. His ears resembled a bull's, and his unusually pale skin bore patches of tawny, leopard-like markings. One eye was ordinary, while the other shone with blazing lightning. Behind him stretched an illusory tail covered in fierce silver streaks.
Alone, with a single sword, he faced over a hundred martial artists.
He charged without fear. His azure lightning sword hacked, slashed, swept, and flicked upward, every stroke taking a life. His illusory tail became a brilliant silver bolt, sweeping and lashing by turns, serving as a second weapon.
After a fierce bout of fighting, Li Linquan cut his way through the martial artists. Suddenly, he spotted a figure.
The figure wore loose robes with broad sleeves and a Ridge Crown. His face was indistinct, and he held an iron-black longsword.
Without a word, he thrust his sword toward Li Linquan's throat.
Caught up in the slaughter, Li Linquan merely turned sideways to avoid a fatal strike, then shot his sword forward, meeting attack with attack. Azure lightning surged outward, filling the air with tiny bolts.
The man's iron-black sword turned halfway, tracing an effortless arc as it pursued Li Linquan's throat.
It was an utterly ordinary stroke, one even a Mortal Realm martial artist could execute, yet Li Linquan's hair suddenly stood on end.
Before my lightning sword reaches him, his blade will have swept across my throat!
The greater the danger, the more excited Li Linquan became. Rather than dart backward, his Adam's apple bobbed, and Spring Thunder burst from his tongue:
"Ha!"
The cry was like heavenly lightning meting out punishment. For an instant, it stunned