"You said just one of my sword strikes consumed half my Qi. Well, take a look... how much is this?"
The Cold Moon in Shen Bai's hand traced a graceful arc, and then he began to swing.
One strike, two strikes, three strikes... countless strikes!
By the time Shen Bai stopped, the Blood Red Sword Qi generated with each swing had multiplied endlessly.
In an instant, the entire sky was filled with Blood Red Sword Qi.
Looking up, one would find it impossible to count them all; it would probably take days and nights.
Shen Bai stroked his chin. "That only cost me a tenth of my Qi. Actually, no... just in the time it took, my Qi has already refilled."
Lv Bei was stunned motionless, like a statue carved from ice. He stared up at the uncountable streams of Blood Red Sword Qi in the sky, a feeling of numbness creeping into his heart.
In the distance, Xu Qian's eyes went wide as saucers when he saw this.
