Beneath the Demon Sword Master's black mask, his face was livid. He felt almost dazed. The person before him wasn't a boy of thirteen or fourteen at all, but an incredibly cunning old fox! His strength was obviously weak—at least, compared to his own—yet he had them by the throat. This stifling helplessness made him want to vomit blood.
The plan had seemed perfect. He would engage the Demon Sword Master at Ling Xiao's side, leaving the other four Mad Sword Masters to capture Ling Xiao. After all, no matter how much of a genius a person was, they couldn't possibly defeat four Mad Sword Masters just six months after breaking through their Celestial Vein!
But reality was cruel and slapped them hard across the face. Not only was the boy monstrously strong, cutting down two Mad Sword Masters the moment he struck, but that First Rank Demon Sword Master—clearly weaker than himself—could unleash an aura that gave even him pause when fighting desperately, completely bogging him down.
