The man was feeling quite pleased with himself when someone lightly tapped his shoulder.
Startled, he turned to look and saw a figure dressed in a Shujin robe, tied around the waist with a dark blue Shiman pattern wide belt, with a head of thick black hair, a pair of clear and bright eyes, a petite frame, and a mix of masculine and feminine features—truly an extraordinary appearance.
"Who are you?"
The man raised his scimitar and, while asking the question, slashed towards Xi Xiaomeng.
Xi Xiaomeng clicked his tongue and shook his head, "How can you be so rude? You see me and immediately start swinging your knife. Have you not thought about whether you have the ability to strike me?"
The man's increasing panic as he hacked away was evident; he had swung nearly thirty thousand times, and each time the blade's Qi seemed about to reach the other's body, it would always vanish an inch away.
Damn it, why did his Qi of Destruction disappear?
