The three tourists who had shielded him from harm lay sprawled on the ground, no longer stirring; the spiritual power he had left within these tourists had been drained.
In a fit of rage, Yang Xiao swung his staff twice more, determined to make quick work of this adversary. Having crossed swords for the first time, he had gleaned a fair sense of his opponent's strength. Despite the formidable reputation, this individual's spiritual power was not as robust as that of the City God Master. Both practitioners operated at roughly the same level, roughly grazing the Upper Level of Severe, but this man's magic artifact was indeed fearsome. Just now, in their initial clash, Yang Xiao had nearly suffered a significant loss. This was truly a case of the sword taking an unpredictable path.
It's not the level that's frightening, but how unorthodox the methods are. Now, Yang Xiao truly understood the meaning of this saying.