Captain Lin took a few steps forward, lifting his hand to unleash a radiant slash.
Gu Mo flickered, the spot where he had been standing was marked by a long slash mark.
He let out one breath, and again slashed down.
As the atmospheric waves parted like tidal water, brushing past Gu Mo and creating a trench beneath his feet.
One stroke followed another, each slash quicker and more potent than its predecessor.
In a fleeting moment, the aura of the blade was ubiquitous.
"Kid, if you don't take action, your guard will fall under his sword. This is the Cloak Eighteen Slashes, each slash is faster and stronger than the former."
"Let him make eighteenth strokes in one breath, and even a cultivator in the tenth level of the Meridian Opening Realm would have to retreat three feet! But judging from his performance, he probably hasn't achieved great success, so he can only manage eight or nine strokes!"
