How is this possible?!
Tu Xiao'an was astounded, sucking in a sharp breath.
He controlled his Flying Knives with his thoughts. Rank Three Demon Spirits died on contact. Back on She Mountain, countless Demon Spirits from the Yellow Demon King's lineage had fallen to his Flying Knives, revealing their Lifebound Golden Cores.
But this Three-legged Black-Scaled Pig's physical defense was absurdly strong. Its hide was practically defying the heavens; all nine Flying Knives failed to pierce it.
'It's got some skill. A worthy product of the War Relics indeed.'
"Heaven Swaying Sword!"
A longsword shimmering with a precious light suddenly materialized before Tu Xiao'an. He leaped into the air and kicked the hilt of the Heaven Swaying Sword.
WHOOSH...!
Faster than a streak of light.
0.01 seconds.
OINK...!
The Three-legged Black-Scaled Pig let out a miserable shriek as the Heaven Swaying Sword shot straight through its massive body.
