An expert!
An exceedingly powerful master of Swordsmanship, at that!
Just then, the man's icy voice rang out. "To think there was another expert here!"
Before the words had even faded, without giving Wu Liangchen any time to explain, the longsword on his back was already unsheathed.
HUMMM—!
A sharp crackle echoed through the air, which was then torn asunder by an incredibly condensed stream of Sword Qi.
At the same time, Wu Liangchen felt a faint stinging sensation between his eyebrows—a phenomenon caused by the sheer purity of the man's killing intent.
'Such a fast sword! Such pure killing intent!'
Wu Liangchen's pupils contracted, and alarm bells screamed in his mind.
The blind man's strength was unlike anything he had ever encountered. His condensed, somber Sword Intent, in particular, was simply inconceivable.
The man did not look very old, so it was hard to imagine how he had managed to temper his Sword Intent to such a degree.
