The blood-robed man seized the opening and surged forward. Like a bat, he hung upside down from the cave ceiling, his sword working in concert with the incoming arrows to deliver more than seventy thrusts within three breaths.
Only when Chu Xisheng regained his footing did the blood-robed man stop. His feet slid backward more than a hundred feet, still hanging upside down from the ceiling.
Cold light shone in his triangular eyes as he stared at Chu Xisheng with boundless murderous intent.
"I never imagined a little bastard like you could actually kill Ge Ping'an!"
A mere Eighth-Rank, yet he possessed such ability.
Surrounded and attacked by over a hundred men, he had slaughtered more than seventy and killed Ge Ping'an, a Seventh-Rank Upper Tier cultivator who had survived over a hundred life-and-death battles!
"But how much True Essence do you have left now?" The blood-robed man chuckled darkly, revealing a mouthful of stark white, fine teeth. "Today, I can wear you down until you die."
The fellow opposite him had unleashed one heavy saber strike after another, commanded wind and thunder, and even wielded powerful Saber Intent.
This boy was only Eighth-Rank. However deep his reserves of True Essence, they should have been all but exhausted by now.
Chu Xisheng's brows also furrowed slightly.
His True Essence was indeed close to a lamp running out of oil. Not only was his strength waning, but the True Essence in his meridians had been squeezed dry.
He had already snatched a moment to swallow a pill that restored vital energy, but its effects were negligible, and it could not take effect so quickly.
As Chu Xisheng considered how to break out of this predicament, he suddenly felt his heart contract violently.
First came a throbbing pain. Then his heart rapidly