When "Great Black Heaven" Ri Jialuo heard Hu Xinmei's shout, he was locked in fierce combat with that mass of azure saber light.
Calling it fierce combat was generous. In truth, it was a one-sided chase.
He had lost with the very first exchange and nearly had his head cut off!
Ri Jialuo kept changing his footwork, using the clouds and mist to hide and evade, countering the pursuing azure saber light with his transformations of impermanence and his heaven-covering art.
Even now, he had not figured out who stood behind that azure saber light. Just who was his opponent?
"Great Black Heaven" Ri Jialuo could only be certain that his opponent was a Heavenly Ranking Expert, ranked at least in the top thirty!
Every one of them was a suspect.
His opponent wielded a saber, yet his saber technique was remarkably "casual."
He struck at whim, each swing like a child's scribbles, absurd and utterly devoid of reason.
Yet this seemingly childish saber technique sent him scrambling up and down, soaring into the sky and diving toward the earth, utterly bedraggled.
Closer examination would reveal that although every slash seemed unreasonable, it was actually as unrestrained as a heavenly steed galloping through the skies, as untraceable as an antelope hanging its horns, free of all constraints and as effortless as play.
Ri Jialuo knew his opponent's Martial Dao had reached an extraordinarily profound realm. He had grasped the Martial Dao's most fundamental essence and was no longer bound by the form of a weapon; even a plucked blossom or a flying leaf could wound.
Thus, his opponent's foundational martial art was not necessarily the saber!
Just as Ri Jialuo was drenched in sweat and struggling to keep up, he discovered that the surrounding mist had turned black. Hu Xinmei's