Although the enemy was not in sight, a lingering fear still clutched at the heart, as if the foe was still nearby.
"Indeed, Master Qiu Lin took a misstep in his ways, endlessly preaching about principle, yet his martial arts were not honed to perfection. Caught off-guard at close quarters, he couldn't block a single move. Had I known earlier, I would have stayed by his side to see just how strong General Mingyu really is and whether he could withstand a few of my Seven-layered Thunder Blade strikes," said General Bai.
"I understand now," Zhou Ping'an muttered softly, suddenly looking up at the blond legislator.
"Dr. Lan Qi, you're quite confident in your Thunder Blade Technique, aren't you? Then take this slash from me," Zhou Ping'an challenged.
As he spoke, Zhou Ping'an drew his sword and delivered a seemingly light slash.
The movements of drawing his sword were slow and rhythmic to the naked eye.
