In mid-air, sparks erupted, and violent shockwaves of wind rippled outwards. On the ground below, ditches dozens of yards deep were instantly carved out, and several large nearby trees were snapped in half at their waists.
The Red Sky Sword trembled slightly, its flickering flames shattering the powerful force transmitted through it. Ling Chen's shoulder jolted from the impact.
The four men of the Blood Blade Quartet were each knocked back more than ten steps. They immediately formed a semicircle in mid-air, their grips tightening on their large knives as a sharp pain spread through their palms.
"No wonder you managed to leave Linjiang City unscathed," the gaunt-faced man licked his lips, a grave expression settling in his eyes. "You truly have some skill."
