Pig Dali felt that his bloated body had become incomparably nimble at this moment. He surged forward with that endlessly hacked-apart bone spear, pierced through the whirling bone spurs, and in an instant crashed together with that white bone skeleton—
Swish!
The flash of a blade swept past.
Every single bone of this skeleton was cleanly separated out… a total of two hundred and six pieces.
More astonishing still, not a single bone bore any superfluous blade mark.
Even slicing tofu, one could hardly cut it so uniformly.
It was truly breathtaking!
At this moment, the panic in Pig Dali's heart over She Guyu's sudden mishap had scattered by much. The Daozhu is here; gods and ghosts alike retreat!
But to the Taiping Taoist, who was in control of this body… this was merely basic utilization of a cutting edge, hardly worth being called a brilliant Sword Style.
Compared to Dou Zhao's Sword Style, this isn't even close.
