Chapter 26 The Struggle of the Taoist Sect

"Puff!" "Puff!" "Puff!"

Each thrust of the sword was precisely piercing through the critical part of the lion beast's head.

Blood continuously splattered out, each Middle Third Grade lion beast in front of the gray-robed youth, resembled pigs waiting for slaughter.

Precision, unmatched precision!

Every strike was a killing blow!

The gray-robed youth's eyes gleamed sharply, turning into a cold machine, delivering precise and flawless thrust after thrust, each one just right, without wasting even a little strength.

In another scene, however, a hundred ferocious and mad lion beasts were similarly attacking a white-robed youth; also a Sword Cultivator, but the style was completely different.

The gray-robed youth fought alone with a sword, charging into formation, while the white-robed youth was like commanding troops, strategizing behind the curtains.

Twelve extremely slender Flying Swords revolved around him, moving in a strange but orderly trajectory at high speed.