Xi Mujun had used this move before Mocu Palace. In his mind, there had been no way Zhang Xiaohua could dodge it; back then, Zhang Xiaohua had not even made a motion to react.
Yet Zhang Xiaohua had actually spotted the weakness in the sword move at a glance and, using a movement technique Xi Mujun did not recognize, forcibly shifted his body two inches through the air. Xi Mujun could not help being startled.
Seeing Xi Mujun ask in shock, Zhang Xiaohua chuckled. "I'm not like Brother Ren. I've never had any interest in being a teacher. Even when I kill someone, I don't give them a chance to argue their case. Forgive me, but I won't answer that question!"
Seeing Zhang Xiaohua mock him, Xi Mujun flew into a rage, then immediately sneered. "What would it matter if I told you ten thousand sentences? Trying to provoke Xi? You don't stand a chance."
As he spoke, he slowly walked toward Zhang Xiaohua, his long sword gradually extending. He seemed as calm as a gentle breeze beneath light clouds, like old friends chatting, yet internal energy had already gathered upon the blade, stirring the surrounding air as faint gusts blew toward Zhang Xiaohua!
Though Zhang Xiaohua's eyes could not see it, his divine sense had already detected it, and his expression changed drastically. He had never seen swordsmanship like this before. Even the bronze-masked elder in the underground hall had not possessed such superb swordsmanship. With internal energy brewing like this, one thrust of the sword might surpass even certain Immortal Path Supernatural Abilities! Thus, Zhang Xiaohua did not dare be the slightest bit careless. Without further hesitation, he tossed out his little sword, formed a hand seal, and drove Dream downward like lightning, stabbing straight at Xi Mujun's