Whoosh!
The biting wind like sharp knives scraped against his face, shattering flowers and leaves off the ground and whirring them into a cyclone around Shi Xiaole. At first glance, one would assume him buried within the chaos.
"Oh no, he indeed isn't capable of striking back."
While looking at Shi Xiaole, Su Zhi'er cried out softly.
Being veterans of the Martial World, they targeted Shi Xiaole's weakness from the get-go. How could Shi Xiaole oppose five Xuan Qi Fourth Tier masters if he could not draw out his inferior spiritual sword?
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Meanwhile, Xu Canghai, who was initially incapable of countering the assault, finally saw Shi Xiaole make a move without drawing out his inferior spiritual sword. His hand had merely clutched the hilt of the Qingyang Sword.
Clang!
