A sword wind slashed out from Su Wusi, sweeping across the earth, cutting off all the earth fire that emerged in the palace with one strike. Before this sword even struck Luo Jia, it had already caused him to spit blood and retreat pale-faced.
If this sword truly hit Luo Jia, he would likely be seriously injured if not dead.
Luo Jia retreated pale-faced, knowing at this moment that he was no match for Su Wusi.
He watched helplessly as the sword closed in on him.
But just then, this domineering sword wind suddenly disappeared from the palace. Simultaneously, an amiable old man's laughter was heard: "Su Wusi, even if my disciple is at fault, there's no need for your Sword Pavilion Clan to teach him a lesson, is there?"
As the voice echoed, the earth fire that Su Wusi had just cut off with one sword, emerged once more.
This time, the emerging earth fire was about a thousand feet high, almost melting the entire palace.
