Chapter 12: Black Tiger Sect (3)
The golden sword qi flickering from Seojun’s blade made the Black Tiger Sect leader grit his teeth.
I thought it was a mistake, but he really is at the Peak Realm?
After a moment of panic, he tried to think as quickly as possible. Typically, sword qi consumed a lot of inner qi. So in this situation, the best strategy would be to use their numerical advantage for a war of attrition.
“Don’t confront him directly! Conserve your strength as much as possible!”
As soon as the sect leader finished speaking, Seojun kicked the ground.
The flowing golden sword qi traced an arc through the air. His eyes locked onto one of the sect members retreating, and he rushed forward, swinging his sword.
Slice—
Along the smoothly drawn arc, both blade and body were cleaved in two.
“You bastard...!”
The enraged sect leader charged fiercely. The murky sword qi on his pudao suddenly shone brightly.
Unity of body and sword.