Swish!0

A saber light carrying a speed and power that far surpassed what Zhao Changhe could usually display swept toward the old man with overwhelming might.0

The old man swiftly dodged and repositioned himself behind Zhao Changhe in an instant. From that position, he immediately thrust his sword at Zhao Changhe’s neck.0

In his madness, Zhao Changhe did not care whether his neck would be pierced or not. He immediately twisted his upper body and spun around, as if intending to cleave the old man in half at the waist!0

The old man did not dare to forcefully block the attack and quickly withdrew to make it easier to deflect the strike.0

His swordsmanship was indeed exquisite. In the process of withdrawing to dampen the force of the attack, the tip of his sword also managed to graze Zhao Changhe’s hand. Normally, if an opponent had been hit by this counterattack, they would have lost the grip of their weapon, but Zhao Changhe, who was oblivious to pain at the moment, continued his relentless assault, swinging his broad saber like a windmill, taking up much more space than a single weapon should’ve been able to.0

The old man did not dare to confront the saber head-on and retreated once more, feeling...0