As he spoke, Qin Yuyan formed a hand seal, and with a slight motion of his fingertips, several Green-Edged Short Swords fluttered like butterflies, landing on the notch of the Age Birch's trunk.
To say he's unskilled, Wang Mu felt his Sword Controlling Technique was quite precise, landing on the same spot every time. A series of CLANGS and BANGS followed. There was no helping it. The Age Birch was much tougher than the Purple Shuo Tree. But to say he was skilled... this was already the seventh Green Blade Small Sword to be knocked away, its edge chipped. For a moment, Wang Mu didn't know what to make of him.
Glancing at the sky, Wang Mu drew an axe with a backhand motion and swung it down in a simple, unadorned chop—a true return to basics. Axe-light flashed! A section of the Age Birch's branch was instantly severed. The cut was smooth and even; one could even see the sap within, yet to ooze from the fresh break.
