The elder let out a long sigh, sweat beading on his forehead.
Most of his spiritual power was depleted, and he was finding it hard to hold on.
"I...!" He almost jumped up because Small Knife had retracted his damaged flying sword and released an undamaged one.
The elder wanted to curse.
But here, he forcefully held it in.
He couldn't worry about face anymore. Let them laugh if they wanted.
He had to first defeat this freak.
His flying sword shot directly at Small Knife.
Small Knife exploded with energy, consuming double his True Qi, barely managing to hold against it.
"It's useless." The elder had great confidence in his perfected Sword Control Skill.
In the blink of an eye, he suppressed Small Knife's flying sword, shooting at Small Knife.
Similarly, doubling the consumption of spiritual power to explode.
Ah, blocked?
Impossible?
How could it be?
The reason was simple.
