One sword!
Just one sword!
Master Bei Li's arm was sliced and he was forced back. He spat out blood and smashed into the ground. With his giant body, he opened up a big hole in the ground.
Dust covered the sky!
Smoke bellowed!
Everyone present was stunned!
Out of the two people who clashed, one smashed into the ground and was moaning in pain.
The other calmly stood there. He was uninjured and really relaxed.
It was as if nothing had happened at all.
This comparison was too intense; it made it seem like an adult was bullying kids.
But in truth, Li Xiandao should have been that kid, and he was a kid who had grown up in the poor countryside.
Master Bei Li was an adult, an adult who grew up in the Nine Skies.
"My arm, my arm!!!!" Master Bei Li cried out in pain. In the giant hole, he pressed his broken arm and was filled with disbelief.
