When the distance to the shepherd was close enough that the blade edge could reach, the hunter could no longer suppress the anger in his heart.
He held the Mountain-Cracking Saber, standing like an upright bear. Unsure of what technique he used, his momentum suddenly surged to a level far beyond that of ordinary martial artists.
The Mountain-Cracking Saber was powerful and heavy. Just as it seemed like he would split his opponent in half, the shepherd unexpectedly lifted his smoking pipe and blew into the burning bowl.
With the sound of strong winds mixed with countless sparks and smoke, Xu Qing saw only darkness in his vision. From then on, only the sounds of the ongoing fight continued.
The scene seemed like a silent movie, but it wasn't the sound that was silent, it was the picture.
Xu Qing could only listen blankly, helpless.
He wanted to know what methods the old shepherd had, but this initial puff from his smoking pipe had blinded him.
