Old Daoist Qing Guan reacted sharply to a conflict, drawing his sword without hesitation.
The sword's edge was fearsomely sharp from the start.
With the unsheathing of the sword, waves of Sword Qi sprung forth, green glow gathered around his body, the sharp point speeding directly towards Chu Qing.
Chu Qing squinted his eyes, this single sword strike seemed clumsy yet clever, appearing to be just one move but in actuality takes advantage from all directions, with the edge enveloping his front and back, in all directions.
No way to evade, nowhere to hide, he must confront it directly.
Yet the sharp intent within, merely at the sight of it, breeds a shocking sensation.
Such sword edge, it's normally said, is unstoppable, and only death would resolve the encounter.
"A good Sword Technique."
Chu Qing didn't bother to differentiate himself from the Celestial Evil Cult, this old man attacked straight away, clearly having made certain assumptions.
