But things had already come to this. If he couldn't kill this man, his family elders' plans would come to nothing. He had already let the Unclean Monk and his men be killed by Fang Shuwen; there was no way he could explain that when he returned.
At this thought, a grim resolve settled in his heart.
Suddenly, after blocking another one of Fang Shuwen's fists, he let out a furious roar. Unleashing a wild surge of Inner Strength, he forced Fang Shuwen back a step.
Immediately after, a series of sounds rang out. SHIIING! SHIIING! SHIIING!!!
The ceaseless ringing of swords emanated from all around him—it was none other than streams of Sword Qi, swirling around him.
As the white-haired man activated his Mental Method, the streams of Sword Qi arranged themselves behind him, shining as brilliantly as the stars. With a low shout, he stepped forward into a lunge, formed a sword-finger with his right hand, and thrust it toward Fang Shuwen.
"River of Sword Qi!!"
