Remembering when he was at Qin Yuesheng's age, he was still struggling with basic exercises.
Knowing that the opponent's blade skill was extraordinary and he held weapon advantage, if he stubbornly engaged in close combat, he would end up like a frog boiling in warm water, ignorant of his fate.
Swish, swish, swish!
Zeng Jinchao spun several lotus petal-like sword flowers, instantly stepped back with a strange stride to distance himself from Qin Yuesheng. Then, he bit his left finger and smeared blood on the sword. When the Twin Lotus Sword drank blood, it immediately glowed with a cyan light.
"Cyan Lotus Sword Song. Hundred Flower Walk!" Zeng Jinchao pointed his sword, and the surrounding Cyan Lotus Dharma Aspects bloomed, releasing countless small cyan swords that shot towards Qin Yuesheng.
A hundred lotus swords, a hundred flowers, and in an instant, numerous small swords surged forth like a torrent of steel crashing towards Qin Yuesheng.
