Chu Xisheng was ruthless. Splitting Mu Ling's head with one slash was not enough; he swung his saber several more times, hacking Mu Ling's entire body into seventeen or eighteen pieces.
White-Browed Tiger Ying Haobai finally reacted. His eyes widened with fury, and his pair of Emei Water-Splitting Stingers darted toward Chu Xisheng's right chest like two venomous snakes springing up.
Chu Xisheng had been on guard against him all along. He immediately drew his saber back for another slash, attacking instead of defending. A stroke of Trace of Wind followed an exquisitely mysterious arc straight toward Ying Haobai's throat, forcing him to block.
Their weapons clashed with a piercing metallic clang. Chu Xisheng then borrowed the force to slide several steps backward, his movements as graceful as a crane's, effortless and clean.
Ying Haobai's face darkened slightly. He could not continue his pursuit.
The fellow before him was indeed powerful-every bit as powerful as Iron Asura Si Huangquan!
Ying Haobai lowered his gaze to his right hand and saw a saber wound at his wrist, so deep that bone showed.
It had been inflicted by Chu Xisheng's saber strike.
Ying Haobai had struck first, yet his opponent's saber had been a fraction faster.
For one thing, Chu Xisheng's saber was astonishingly fast; for another, Ying Haobai had several saber wounds, and his strength had already waned. His strikes were far slower than before, making him even less of a match for Chu Xisheng.
But Chu Xisheng had clearly shown mercy. That slash could have severed his hand at the wrist, yet it had only cut his tendons.
He could have a renowned physician reconnect them afterward, but for now, the injury had rendered his right hand useless in battle.
Ying Haobai was still beside himself with rage. "Chu Xisheng,