"I've heard, Great Grandmaster Ikenotani Seishun, that you possess three sword techniques unrivaled in this era. Wind Howling, Waterfall Severing... I have witnessed them," Jiang Shu stated. "Now, only Falling Star remains."
The Azure Dragon True Strength roamed over his skin; the already faint sword marks faded to invisibility.
Though he had been slightly outmatched in that one exchange, Jiang Shu's momentum remained unbroken. He had, after all, just entered the Blood Exchange Realm. His grasp of True Strength and control over his physical body were still in the process of being honed through practice. Moreover, he had only sustained minor injuries.
Ikenotani Seishun was not much better off. The Sword Dao garments he wore had been completely melted away by the force of Jiang Shu's saber. His long, flowing hair had been sliced in half by a single slash! Strands of hair still drifted in mid-air.
