Chapter 2397 - What It Means to Be a Saber Cultivator
The Angler’s brow was tightly furrowed. He could tell that if he didn’t make a decision quickly, the Butcher was sure to attack.
“Sometimes, I wonder if it’s been too long since I last attacked. It seems people have started taking me for a pushover!” murmured the Angler.
Boom!
The Butcher attacked again without hesitation, saber swinging.
Heaven and earth shook violently, and countless cracks appeared in the sky; it was shattering like glass.
As the Butcher’s attack flew forth, visions of carnage, warfare, and bloodshed appeared once more, enveloping heaven and earth. It was as if all of creation had transformed into purgatory, like a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.
Madam Mei and the other divine ancient wraiths didn’t dare to hesitate. They immediately moved further away.
“I’ll give it to you!” The Angler’s pupils constricted, and he immediately tossed the sealed Blade of Heaven’s Loathing.
The Butcher laughed coldly, but his attack didn’t change in the slightest. It was still aimed directly at the Angler.
Clang!!
A blue fishing rod appeared in the Angler’s hands, but although it managed to block the Butcher’s strike, the impact forced him backward.
The Butcher reached for the Blade of Heaven’s Loathing, but before he could grab it, it slipped out of his grasp and vanished, like a fish yanked out of the water.