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Zuo Ci gathered all the corpses of Ao Yin and prepared to step into the blood-red lake, eager to see what the Earth Dragon Vein of the Ailao Ancient Kingdom was truly like. A beam of golden sword light descended from the sky.
Zuo Ci remained calm, waving his sleeve. The golden sword light instantly shrank and was drawn into his sleeve.
The Sleeve Universe?
Human Face, dressed in a moon-white robe, looked at him with a puzzled expression. "How did you acquire the Sleeve Universe?"
"Oh? You mean this?" Zuo Ci waved his sleeve and chuckled, "I picked it up on the way!"
The man shook his head, thinking it was a death wish. With a flick of his large sleeves, countless golden sword lights appeared behind him, shooting towards Zuo Ci like a torrential downpour.
"Get lost!" Zuo Ci said impatiently.
He swung the Azure Wind Fan, summoning a dark cyan tornado that spanned the heavens and earth. Countless golden sword lights were sent flying back.
The man's own sword energy returned to him, causing his expression to shift slightly. He brought his fingers together as if holding a sword and gently made a slicing motion.
"Break!"
In an instant, numerous golden sword lights shattered, scattering like starlight across the sky.
A Swordsmanship Grandmaster?
Zuo Ci felt a surge of excitement; he wanted to test the limits of his Flesh. Clenching his fist tightly, he struck fiercely towards the man's head.
The man could no longer maintain his calm demeanor. "The sword comes!"
A Golden Short Sword, the length of a man's arm, shot out from the center of his brow, the hilt firmly gripped in his palm, causing the man's aura to surge dramatically.
The Sword of Unity!
He raised the sword to the heavens, its sharp energy vibrating with intensity. Countless shards of sword light fell upon Zuo Ci's body like raindrops, instantly shredding his robe to pieces.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The rain-like sword light struck Zuo Ci's skin, bursting forth into golden sparks.
"Die!"
Zuo Ci's expression remained cold as he unleashed a punch aimed at the Swordsmanship Master's brow.
"You are the one who has lost!" The Swordsmanship Master replied with a faint smile.
Posture, stance, spirit—united as one.
It’s no wonder that swordsmen are so flamboyant. There is indeed a certain flair to it.
A sharp sword light from Dao Feng shot forth in an instant. Its speed was astonishing, rivaling that of Zhan Xian Fei Dao.
The sword light pierced Zuo Ci's chest like it was made of leather. Blood splattered everywhere as it passed through him.
Zuo Ci looked down at the fist-sized hole in his chest and managed a bitter smile.
"Overestimating yourself!" the Swordsmanship Master said coldly.
"Oh really?" A teasing voice emerged from behind him.
Without a moment's thought, the Swordsmanship Master sent the Golden Short Sword shooting backward, only for Zuo Ci to catch it between two fingers.
In front of him, where the sword light had pierced through, Zuo Ci erupted in a cloud of blood mist, and a broken doll fell to the ground.
Crack! Crack!
It had finally reached its limit and shattered into pieces.
The Shikigami from Eastern Japan was quite impressive.
With a swift motion, the azure and white light sliced through the Swordsmanship Master's body, severing him in half. A look of sheer horror crossed his face.
He was actually going to die?
Zuo Ci observed the bisected corpse but did not approach to search for the soul; there were no signs of a spirit leaving the body. This indicated that the man was still alive!
It seemed he had some sort of life-saving Shen Tong.
Suddenly, the Golden Short Sword that Zuo Ci held between his fingers dissipated, transforming into a blurred figure that fled into the distance. This was the Swordsmanship Master's Dao Domain, the Sword Embryo—a life-saving technique.
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