Blood splattered around like a storm of scarlet blossoms. By the time Xiahou Jinlun escaped from the radiance of swordplay, his body was covered with dozens of sword wounds of varying depths. The deepest ones revealed white bone, and the shallowest were half an inch deep, with flesh and blood blurred on the surface and menacing Sword Qi wreaking havoc within.
The Yi Sword Skill is unlike any other sword technique. Once ensnared within its trap, it is hard to escape, especially when the perpetrator is Shi Xiaole, whose perceptiveness has reached the level of the Divine Barrier Realm.
It could be said that even individuals stronger than Shi Xiaole would face defeat once caught in the grip of the Yi Sword Skill, unless their spiritual level was high enough, or their defense was strong enough.
"You dare to kill me in public?"
Xiahou Jinlun had never felt so powerless. Under Shi Xiaole's swordplay, his pride and madness had been shattered, leaving only panic.
