'This kid... his Swordsmanship is profound,' the leader of Black Cloud Mountain thought, frowning.
"Torrential Rain's Execution!"
Zhao Hao knew he couldn't just wait to be killed. The sword in his hand moved rapidly, its light dancing like a downpour from the heavens as sharp Sword Qi spread out.
The leader of Black Cloud Mountain saw this and sidestepped forward, dodging the brunt of the Sword Qi and striking directly at Zhao Hao's shoulder with his palm.
"Good!"
Zhao Hao's sword suddenly twisted, the blade aiming straight for the leader's throat. If the leader's palm landed on Zhao Hao's shoulder, then the leader himself would not escape unscathed.
The leader of Black Cloud Mountain obviously wasn't going to trade his life for Zhao Hao's. He retreated, hastily moving out of the range of Zhao Hao's sword.
"Torrential Rain's Downpour!"
