Yun Yang’s movements grew increasingly fluid; Saber Truth, the Destiny Blade was wielded like never before, in a smooth, flowing motion. His heart and mind were one, joined together under this opportune encounter.
Merciless Blade!
Merciless Dao!
The two consecutive styles, simmering with biting saber energy forced Venerable Lord Ice’s three clones to retreat. Faced with such a smooth, flowing, form, Venerable Lord Ice could not find a single flaw; he was unable to find a chink to exploit. To his worry, if he insisted on staying still, he would definitely be sliced into two and be decapitated outright.
His only option was to retreat, an action which utterly baffled him.
Am I being forced to retreat by this puny one?
Venerable Lord Ice growled inwardly in despair, "F*cking hell, your father is nine realms higher than him!"
"A full nine realms! This vermin is at most of the first tier of heaven realm! Even then, I am unable to defeat his swordplay!"
"This is terribly absurd!"