Chen Feng's arms, which held the knife handle aloft, burst out with two veins akin to wriggling earthworms. He channeled all his strength into the blade, striking forward with a direct attack. The dance of the Eight Directions accompanied his shadow, and with the gust of the knife wind, the blade cleaved toward Ramishiva. Before the blade even reached him, Ramishiva felt a sharp chill slash across him. With a "Puchi" sound, the yellow hemp robe he wore outside was severed into two halves, and the upper half was already shattered by the Qi from Chen Feng's knife.
"Eight Directions Cloud Movement, one strike shatters the Heavenly River! I know who you are! You are Caesar the Great!" Ramishiva's eyes widened in horror, as he quickly stepped backward, exclaiming in shock.
It was said that Caesar the Great rarely drew his knife, but once he did, no one lived to tell the tale under its edge. Whether the rumors were true or false, Ramishiva was about to see for himself today.
