Hurling Insults
編輯: Atlas Studios
After being slashed by the saber twice in a row, Di Jiu looked more alarmed than before. He struck with his dagger a second time.
He had used the Di Clan's first saber move. Even though he had been able to leave a mark on Sang Sha's body on his first strike, this strike only ruffled his clothes.
Meanwhile, Sang Sha's third saber move landed on Di Jiu's back, causing blood to splatter from his wound.
Di Jiu was finally aware of the disparity between him and Sang Sha in terms of skill. Sang Sha was definitely a lot more powerful than him. His cultivation level had to be at least half a grade higher than Di Jiu's.
"Is that all you know, boy?" Sang Sha sneered. The long saber in his hand was emitting a continuous stream of saber Qi as he lunged towards Di Jiu with successive strikes.