Enmu knew nothing about swordsmanship.
Nor was he versed in martial arts, and his level of combat mastery was virtually nonexistent.
His past victories had often relied on the bizarre properties of his Blood Demon Art and his powerful physique as a demon, overpowering others through sheer strength and winning through his Blood Demon Art.
In his eyes,
Xia Xi had merely swung his Nichirin Blade into a broad swath of afterimages.
Yet the sneak attack he had launched after his painstaking assimilation, comparable to falling boulders, had already been easily neutralized by his opponent.
The Quan Group was now in crisis. Anyone considering working with them would deliberate carefully, but ultimately still worry that the Quan Group might run into trouble. Some even avoided the Quan Group outright, never considering a partnership at all.
But clearly, the Jewel of Four Souls possessed tremendous power and could indeed be one of the sources he was searching for.
After Lan Zun returned to the bamboo house, he saw Murong Xue still standing on one leg. A trace of amusement involuntarily flashed through his eyes, only to be concealed instantly before anyone noticed. He sat down, ignoring Murong Xue's ferocious glare, feeling utterly at ease.
Before Feng Ziling could reach Wang Qing, a group of black-clad guards intercepted him and bound his limbs in an instant.
I could not help being shocked. I could clearly feel the pain of the wound rotting downward, extending halfway along my arm, and my body had already begun to go numb as well.
Had that spirit outside the door last night also retreated because it sensed the power of the Ghost Spring within me?
Palaces stood upon that mountain peak, and quite a few powerful cultivators of the Battle Immortal realm even patrolled there. The place