They were not strangers to the power of swordsmanship, yet when Shi Xiaole drew his sword, it was enough to take the breath away of the man in the blue robe and his three allies. His skill was truly extraordinary.
This extraordinary swordplay was not just a result of relentless practice, it seemed more like an innate instinct; as if the sword was nothing more than an extension of his hands.
"Hahaha, to be able to fight alongside such a prodigy, I would have no regrets even in death."
The big man in the blue robe burst into hearty laughter, with a vigorous swing of his arm, his spear swept forward, starting a fiery storm of heat.
The other two were equally inspired, the fear in their hearts transformed into an outright resolve towards facing a heroic death.
Shi Xiaole did not notice the change in his companions, for at the moment of drawing his sword, he delved deep into his own world.
