At that moment, Lu Qingshan's two flying swords once again grazed the old vulture man's body, creating two fine wounds that bled unstoppably, with a healing speed extremely slow.
Having retreated dozens of yards, the young monk Jue Zhen barely managed to stabilize his figure in the air, with trickles of blood seeping from the corners of his mouth.
However, within those trickles of blood, there was a faint golden shimmer, which caught Lu Qingshan's eye with a flash of understanding.
Golden blood, that was a characteristic unique to the Buddha.
This little novice monk was indeed not simple.
As the battle reached this point, the old vulture man's heart surged with murderous intent. After repelling Jue Zhen, he pressed his attack without slowing down, hurtling towards Lu Qingshan like a meteor.
In battle, one must first slay the sword cultivator—this was common knowledge even among novice cultivators who had just entered Qi Refinement!
Boom!
