Like a tiger descending from the mountain, Hei Wolf roared to the sky:
"Ahhhhh... Pei Xuanjing, I want you dead!"
Boom!
His angry roar reverberated like a raging waterfall.
Visibly, his Blood Qi was boiling. His terrifying energy burst outward from him, pouring out in all directions, and the giant axe he wielded stirred up a fierce gale. He swung it towards Pei Xuanjing with all his might.
"Ah!"
With a soft sigh, Pei Xuanjing seemed regretful about his failed attempt to persuade his foe.
Again, he drew the sword at his waist.
Clang!
The clear ringing of the sword was so crisp that even Hei Wolf's furious howling couldn't drown it out. His sharp air sword effortlessly pierced the gale.
Within the blink of an eye, Pei Xuanjing had already launched over a dozen sword strikes.
Thrust, lift, chop, hack, and cut; a variety of sword techniques flourished with ease. They overwhelmed the sound of the gale, leaving only the song of the sword between heaven and earth.
