Leng Tieya discovered that Star Picking Cliff's martial arts differed from ordinary Demon Race martial arts.
When ordinary Demon Race experts encountered Ghost Bone Sect experts, their sinews and bones would go limp, like mice meeting cats.
Star Picking Cliff, however, remained unaffected and even faintly restrained Ghost Bone Sect martial arts.
When Star Picking Cliff disciples faced Ghost Bone Sect, they could defeat the strong while weak and fight many with few.
Such was the wonder of cultivation methods.
Top sects did not merely have disciples of high aptitude; their cultivation methods were even more profound.
Likewise, profound cultivation methods often had high thresholds and required exceptional aptitude just to begin.
He darted forward two steps, closely following behind the two Star Picking Cliff disciples as he drew his sword.
With a flash of sword light, his blade had already swept across a Ghost Bone Sect expert's neck.
At once, the head rolled away and a pillar of blood shot up.
He swung his sword at the second Ghost Bone Sect expert, taking his head as well.
That Ghost Bone Sect expert tried to evade, yet failed to do so.
Another pillar of blood shot up, and another head rolled away.
Miao Qingjie, who had been about to charge forward, froze, his movements stalling as he blinked.
His gaze was both bewildered and astonished.
He wanted to determine whether his eyes had deceived him. Could a wandering cultivator who had suddenly appeared truly possess such peerless swordsmanship?
Were the world's top sword arts really so easy to master?
Without guidance from sect elders, without the cultivation experience passed down by predecessors, mastering such peerless swordsmanship at such a young age was nearly impossible.
What sword art was this?
He seemed never to have seen it before.
Since when had