"What powerful swordsmanship!"
Xue Pingzhi's sword strikes were a fraction faster than before!
The third of the five brothers had only just raised his axe to block when the sword caught his wrist. The axe handle hit the beach with a clang, and blood dripped from his palm through his fingers.
"How did this brat suddenly get so strong?" the fifth brother cursed.
He swung his steel saber horizontally, but Xue Pingzhi sidestepped it. The sword skimmed past his waist, sending scraps of cloth flying.
The five brothers had originally been able to hold their own, barely, but now they were driven back again and again, kicking sand everywhere beneath their feet.
No one noticed the figure concealed on a low hill nearby.
Wrapped in a gray Daoist robe, Qing Chen had already circulated the secret art, Demon Seed Golden Lotus, throughout his body.
With the Spirit Concealment Art operating at full strength, mortals could not detect any trace of him.
He was waiting to see whether any other cultivators would appear on the battlefield, such as the old mayor's daughter. Perhaps she, too, might be hiding among them.
At that moment, Qing Chen was watching every person on the battlefield even more closely.
The battlefield had grown even more chaotic.
Xue Pingzhi, you idiot! Why did you attack without waiting for the immortal? the old mayor cursed inwardly.
His arms trembled as he swung his sword. Though he had the foundation of a Second-Rate Master, he was old. He had just parried one man's saber when someone kicked him in the lower back.
"Die, you old bastard!" The man raised his saber and hacked down.
The old mayor hurriedly rolled away. The saber struck where he had just been lying. The back of his cloth tunic was already