The short-haired, dark-robed man's nameless fury had already surged up. He had attacked four times, yet only in the first strike had he killed two fourth-rank wind beasts. After that, his attacks had been blocked again and again by these juniors.
"Only a sword cultivator can withstand a sword cultivator!"
This was the understanding of most people in the cultivation world. Sword cultivators' attacks were peerlessly sharp, looking down upon all under heaven. Their greatest strength was naturally not defense, but meeting attack with attack—one sword breaking ten thousand techniques.
Yet today, after attacking several times of his own accord, Xue Longzi had achieved remarkably little. What enraged and startled him most was that these were merely a group of Nascent Soul cultivators. How could he allow them to leap about before his very eyes?
Of course, that was the view of most people. The strongest spear and the strongest shield had always been a subject of dispute.
If a Spirit Transformation cultivator skilled in earth-element techniques fought the short-haired, dark-robed man, then so long as they withstood his first few waves of attacks, the greatest weakness of sword cultivators—their lack of spiritual power—would be exposed...
Like a ghost, Li Yan appeared twenty zhang away from the short-haired, dark-robed man.
The short-haired, dark-robed man was presently turned sideways toward Li Yan. His shoulder moved only slightly, almost imperceptibly, and two flying swords, one above and one below, flashed out again. With the force of lightning, two brilliant streaks slashed toward Li Yan.
Together with the flying sword shadowing Li Yan from behind, Li Yan was instantly surrounded by three swords. Aside from Hongyin, the person the short-haired, dark-robed man cared most about was Li Yan.
*He is familiar with poison and soul-related secret arts, but soul-related secret arts are generally