Even as his saber arts approached the divine, he was also a Grandmaster who had reached the realm of transformation in the Formation Dao!
The cool, lustrous Play Mask was eerily cold. Wu Dong immediately hooked his little finger, drawing [Jade Tiger] back on its thread, but it had barely risen across his arm when the opponent's left hand, having just finished tracing its pattern, arrived before him.
The five fingers closed into a solid fist, Profound Qi surging, and a single punch smashed Wu Dong straight down.
Then nothing stood in his way. The black robe tore through the curtain of rain and arrived before the Cold Scholar.
Only now came his second saber stroke.
One stroke stirred monstrous waves.
After passing two outstanding Grandmasters in succession, the momentum gathered on his saber had not diminished at all. The rain mirror and leaf screen before Xiang Minghao shattered instantly, and amid the explosion, a bleak gleam of swordlight broke out first.
Xiang Minghao's face was white, his clothes red, his sword bright. Around that sword, the rain and leaves scattered by the saber were drawn into a spiral by an invisible force, blooming into a lotus over ten feet across.
A sword emerged from the lotus's heart.
The sword drew rain and leaves, and the lotus's spinning force fed back into the Sword Body. Gravely wounded, the man forcibly borrowed his opponent's tremendous saber momentum to win himself a breath.
But the next instant, it shattered.
The Play Mask showed not the slightest expression, and the body beneath the robe seemed truly to be a puppet. The black-robed man could certainly have unraveled this sword strike, but he allowed it to pierce straight through his body.
No one would be allowed that breath.
Trading saber for sword, he took