Transforming into Wind, Ceremony of Death!
Translator: Lordbluefire
Xuanyuan Po loved combat. Only during combat would he feel that he was living; only then would he feel that there was meaning in life.
Hence, when facing enemies, he had never feared death and would want his enemies to unleash all their moves. He wouldn't even frown if his enemy unleashed an ultimate move that could kill him.
Hence, Xuanyuan Po loved powerful enemies. Even if he got killed, he would feel that it was a fitting ceremony.
But today, the combat addict's brows were furrowed increasingly.
"Do you only know these moves?"
Xuanyuan Po finally couldn't bear it and asked out loud.
Hua Jianmu's expression froze, and his countenance turned ashen. Not only did his attacks grow fiercer, but he even roared in anger, "Just these moves are enough to kill you."
Swish~ Swish~ Swish~
The swift blade slashed out repeatedly, causing gusts of wind to blow wildly.