In the night sky, there was a burst of radiance.
This radiance was as swift as lightning and as graceful as a startled swan, blooming with furious sword radiance in the blink of an eye, and vanishing in a moment, like a fleeting dream.
Clang!
Wu Xiaode sheathed his sword, standing behind the Dark Angel, as he shook his sore arm and said, "Scared now, huh?"
The Fallen Angel stood rigid, unmoving, and said in a low voice, "What sword did you use?"
"The one I chopped you with," Wu Xiaode replied.
He flamboyantly raised the Desert Sword, blowing off the blood droplets from its blade.
As the blood droplets fell, the Fallen Angel also collapsed to the ground, bleeding profusely, clearly unable to move anymore.
— The Desert Sword possessed three Divine Skills.
One of the skills was known as "Unrivaled," referring to its unparalleled sharpness.
In that instant just now, the two had crossed swords nine times.
