As soon as the burly man's wrist turned, a shadow suddenly floated down beside the Turtle Slave. The sword glimmered, and a thin sword lightly tapped on the back of his large saber.
The sword was as thin as paper, still trembling lightly after tapping the burly man's large saber. However, the force of his wrist's turning vanished suddenly...
The burly man was shocked, raised his eyes to look at the person, and saw a man in a brocade robe, about forty years old, with a slender figure, a thin face, and deeply set eyes shooting out a somber light, staring at him.
The burly man's eyelid twitched, and he drew his saber to slash at the man. His right arm muscles knotted and bulged, Inner Breath fully opened, but the man remained stationary, just flashing his sword again, tapping obliquely on the face of the slashing saber with that thin sword.
The burly man's erupting power suddenly felt like a surging wave crashing into a giant peak, power rebounded, and his breath was chaotic.
