Chapter 667: Trash
Li Guanqi bent down and sheathed his sword. Blood dripped from his arm onto the blade, falling to the ground with a steady patter.`
The once-sharp blade was now covered in countless nicks and chips. A fine ancient treasure-tier longsword, ruined in fifteen minutes of combat.
The ground was devastated, a landscape of scorched black craters where lightning still flickered. Sword scars and bottomless ravines stretched across the valley floor.
Li Guanqi bore over twenty sword wounds, his body drenched in blood, a picture of utter misery. “You’re strong, but... the Daxia Sword Sect is not yours for the taking. If anyone dares to lay a hand on it... I’ll cut it off!”
Boom!
Li Guanqi’s vital force roared as his Illusory Refinement Sutra activated, surging through him. His weakened aura erupted once more.
Sun Tianqi’s eyes widened. He was in no better shape, his body a tapestry of dense, scorched sword marks from head to toe, interspersed with several deep wounds. His right ear was gone, and a bowl-sized hole gaped at his shoulder, where Li Guanqi had run him through. Sun Tianqi’s face twisted, fierce and haggard. He was rapidly depleting his strength to maintain his ancient runes, and the talisman on his chest was almost gone.
He didn’t understand why Li Guanqi would choose this moment to settle the fight. If he’d just delayed another half hour, Sun Tianqi would have been spent.
Sun Tianqi’s expression was incredibly complex. He gazed at Li Guanqi with newfound respect, but when he saw the crazed fighting spirit in Li Guanqi’s eyes, some understanding clicked into place. A bitter smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, and his resolve, so ironclad until now, wavered for an instant.