This was not any manifestation of noble sentiments, Garoro was not that type of person. It was just the characteristic of a Secret Martial Artist. He knew Feng Liusi would understand his meaning at this moment.
Clearly, Blood Fist really wanted to experience the Three Blade Style alone, Garoro figured he might as well allow him to fulfill his wish.
Boom…
The momentum caused by the frenzy caused a reversal in the airflow over the ruins, sweeping and rippling like a fierce tornado. The earth rumbled, and the fog of dust spiraled and rolled on.
In the center of the vortex, Garoro sheathed his three blades. Even though he had done nothing, around him numerous cracks appeared in the ground, as if invisible blades had slashed the earth, cutting it into a grid-like pattern.
Corresponding with the blue sky.
Garoro slightly tilted up his head, closing his eyes. His right arm swiftly moved across his waist, a purple light spinning like a dragon.
"One Sword Style..."
Draw again!
