A streak of red sword light shot out.
Reaching the extreme speed.
In an instant, the sword light swept across.
Threads of fiery strands formed, covering like a giant net.
Sword Qi Silk.
This is Big Beard's famous skill.
If he doesn't strike, he stays still; if he strikes, he gives his all, holding nothing back.
It's kind of a do-or-die, all-or-nothing stance.
If his strongest attack fails, he can only wait for death.
This is a Sword Cultivator.
This is Big Beard.
Despite poor aptitude, he became a Sword Heaven Servant Disciple, not without reason.
This is also why he once was heavily injured, recuperating for a full eight years, and yet destroyed a Nascent Soul cultivator's formidable reputation.
Otherwise, this coveted position outside the Inner City wouldn't have been obtainable for someone without a background.
The beauty spider looked visibly surprised.
Then horrified.
