The Desert Sword possessed an "unmatched" might, extremely sharp to the extreme.
If Wu Xiaode were to strike down with this sword, he would surely be able to sever the body of the Golden Armored God.
But so what?
Does this mean he has won against the opponent?
The long sword was raised high but remained motionless.
For a moment.
Wu Xiaode put down the long sword, contemplating, "No, this won't do..."
Yes.
Indeed, it wouldn't do.
Should the sword strike down and the opponent still live, it wouldn't be easy to counterattack.
After all, in pursuit of an extremely high stealth attribute, he had made his Silent Demon Mist give up the effect of "mistifying" itself.
Once the opponent realized he was nearby and launched a full-screen attack—
That would be troublesome.
Wu Xiaode sheathed his sword and took a few steps back, scrutinizing the Golden Armored God closely.
Slivers of golden light could be seen emanating from him, steadily dissipating into the air.
