This Monster Wailing Blade was personally forged by Su Changkong, and now Su Changkong was about to use it to chop down an Innate Martial Artist!
Su Changkong felt his body was like a balloon about to burst at any moment, but he ignored it. If he didn't kill Chikhatu, he would definitely die. Only by going all out to chop down Chikhatu would he have a chance to survive!
"Kill!"
Su Changkong's eyes teemed with strands of blood, pushing his state to a limit beyond his own. He pounced on Chikhatu once more, this time gripping the blade with both hands. The Monster Wailing Blade was swung wide and forcefully, with horizontal chops, upward slashes, splitting cuts, wraps, coils, wipes, and picks.
Each blade technique was not sophisticated but extremely basic. They were moves that every blade wielder knew, yet in Su Changkong's hands, as the Blade Gang solidified and the Blade Force followed, he exhibited a profound mystery of returning to the original simplicity.
