"This, how is this possible? What kind of martial technique is this! Isn't he unable to use his inner strength anymore?" Initially, the second-level guard looked at Wang Dadong with sympathetic eyes, but soon his expression changed.
Because the swordsmanship Wang Dadong demonstrated was too terrifying, too bizarre.
Clearly, there was no crisscrossing sword qi, yet it erupted with a killing intent that shook the heavens.
Every slash seemed to communicate with an invisible momentum.
Poof!
A single uncomplicated slash, with only the glinting reflection of the blade's edge, directly chopped off a guard's hand.
This is the Despair Demon Blade, a martial technique Wang Dadong comprehended from despair, which can be performed without using inner strength.
"Despair Demon Blade, Second Form!"
"Despair Demon Blade, Third Form!"
...
As Wang Dadong swung the saber in his hand repeatedly, one war blade after another was broken, one arm after another flew in the air.
