CLANG!
A twisted longsword fell to the ground, all of its Spiritual Energy gone. It was clearly ruined.
"You... How did you find my true form?"
The one who had been sent flying was Guard No. 1. He lay at the bottom of a muddy ditch, his chest caved in. Broken ribs pierced through his skin, exposed and dripping with blood.
His eyes were wide with disbelief. He couldn't believe he had been defeated in a single move by someone in the Vajra Realm.
Just a moment ago, he had used the Demon Sword Unsheathing First Form, Celestial Demon Slash, and had thought victory was in his grasp.
He never expected that Mo Qi would not only pick out his true form from among the thousands of streams of Sword Energy but also take him down with a single swing of his wok.
The force behind it was incredible. If he hadn't reacted in time to switch from attacking to defending, sacrificing his longsword in the process, his fate would have been far worse than just a serious injury.
