Yan Xing's sword skills were truly unparalleled. Each time he drew his sword, his movements were executed flawlessly, making it a true feast for the eyes of any sword user who bore witness.
Amidst the horde of corpse puppets, Yan Xing quickly mobilized his internal energy, his sword gleaming in the faint light as he sliced through the corpse puppets with unmatched precision. With each slash, he severed the heads of many corpse puppets, his sword cutting through their necks as easily as one would cut through a block of tofu.
Yan Xing deftly kicked away the sharp claws of the approaching corpse puppets with one hand, as he thrust his sword forward with the other. His blade pierced straight through the heart of the nearest puppet, causing a gush of blood to spurt out before it collapsed to the ground.
