As Xu Taiping spoke, he gently exhaled a breath of turbid qi from his chest.
Shing!
He abruptly drew his saber.
Amid a Qi Explosion, Xu Taiping left an afterimage where he stood. Following the dancing saber light, he burst through the Blood Spider Valley men like birds startled into flight in a mountain forest, scattering in every direction.
Boom!
The next instant, blood mist erupted around them, and their bodies were all severed at the waist.
Before Xu Taiping's saber, ordinary martial artists without protective gang qi were like blocks of tofu.
Still, a large part of the reason he could strike so cleanly and decisively was the Spring Tiger in his hand.
"It fits perfectly, just like my own arm."
Xu Taiping glanced at Spring Tiger in his hand.
The Spring Tiger Saber's blade shone like autumn waters, without a single drop of blood clinging to it.
Though he had long heard that a well-suited weapon could double the power of a martial art, Xu Taiping had always thought that an exaggeration. But after trying Spring Tiger, he felt that even if it could not double his power, it could at least increase it by fifty or sixty percent.
More importantly, he no longer had to worry that the saber would break when he unleashed the Seven-Kill Blade at full strength.
That alone was enough to raise the power of his saber techniques to another level.
Clink.
Satisfied, Xu Taiping sheathed his saber.
"This..."
As Cao Qianhu watched, cold sweat broke out across his forehead, and realization suddenly struck him:
No wonder Her Highness said that once this man arrived, everything would be resolved as smoothly as bamboo splitting beneath a blade.
Bang! Bang!
Just then, Xu Taiping threw two punches up ahead, smashing apart the heads of