Flashing saber light had already enveloped Zuo Xiaoduo.
Yet Zuo Xiaoduo darted through it with strange, uncanny steps, now left, now right, now up, now down. His movements were so bizarre that even Great Shaman Bingming frowned.
Why does this footwork look so much like that man's... But with this brat's cultivation, he shouldn't be able to handle it...
Bing Xiao Bing snorted inwardly.
When she had fought that man back then, she had barely lasted two hundred moves before a kick to her groin sent her flying back. The footwork he had used then did seem a little like what Zuo Xiaoduo was using now...
Only, once that man unleashed his footwork, even the space in which they fought revolved with his movements. It transcended time and space.
What Zuo Xiaoduo was using now was a little less powerful, but in terms of the intent behind the moves, it seemed even more seamless.
Even someone with cultivation as shallow as Zuo Xiaoduo's could use such transcendent movements!
That old bastard still surprises me, just as he always did. Did he spare no effort for his son and adapt his footwork for lower cultivation levels, or has his cultivation climbed another floor, letting him develop his movement technique further? Either way, it's fucking bullshit...
Bingming cursed inwardly without pause.
Clang, clang, clang.
The ice soul essence in his hand let out piercing whistles, waves of cold blanketing heaven and earth.
You annoying little bastard, freeze to death! Freeze to death! Freeze to death!
But his opponent remained as steadfast as the blazing sun overhead, his sword wheeling and sweeping like the unending torrents of a mighty river.
The heat pouring from his body was inexhaustible, utterly unmoved by the ice soul essence's freezing assault.
Unfortunately, faced with Great Shaman Bingming's