"You're courting death."
Xu Zhong was in a rage. Mo Wen didn't even have the Cultivation in Golden Elixir realm, yet he was daring to be so impudent. "You shall die at my hand! Sword travels the world!" Xu Zhong withdrew a long Sword from his waist as he strode in the air. Every step he took, he struck the sword once. After a while, the shadows of the sword joined together, like raindrops falling from heaven, densely and continually.
His figure was hidden amidst the sword Qi, being indistinguishable from the real or the virtual. It was as though he had become as one with the numerous sword Qi.
In an instant, heaven and earth became austere. The ground, the trees and even the sky were densely filled with streaks of sword Qi moving around them. Wherever they threaded, they left traces of sword Qi.
The pupils of Mo Wen's eyes contracted like he was in the midst of the sword tides with sharp sword Qi everywhere.
