Hu Xiaotian's meteoric improvement in martial arts and the Heaven-Breaking Sword he had learned from the Sword Demon were certainly part of the reason Unenlightened had lost to him before, but Unenlightened himself had not been at his peak, either. He might have gained a pair of eyes, yet those eyes had not strengthened him; instead, they had become a burden. He treasured those hard-won eyes so much that he fought with his hands and feet shackled by fear, terrified that someone might injure them. Against an expert like Hu Xiaotian, even the slightest restraint would greatly diminish his fighting prowess, let alone when Hu Xiaotian suddenly unleashed the single killing move the Sword Demon had distilled from a lifetime of effort.
Now Unenlightened was even stronger than he had been before losing his eyes. Once a man had nothing left to cling to, he naturally had no shackles. If he did not fear loss, what was there to fear? In the darkness, Unenlightened slashed out with his palm. His palm blade was invisible, but as his hand scraped through the air, it made the sound of metal cleaving the wind.
Sword wind and blade energy collided in the darkness. The impact of those two powerful forces erupted at their point of contact, then sent waves of air radiating outward. Like a ball filled with air, the tent suddenly swelled under the abrupt rise in pressure. Unable to withstand that immense pressure, it burst apart with a thunderous boom! Amid the noise came a man's scream. It was Guo Shaoxiong, whom Hu Xiaotian had knocked to the ground. The enormous impact hurled him more than a hundred feet away, and he had the misfortune to land on a bull's head. Its horn pierced his chest and abdomen, cutting his scream