Forward!
Lu Feng clutched his chest, leaning against the corner wall, his entire chest already soaked with bloodstains.
His eyes were downcast, lost in thought.
Not far away, Xu Siyuan was fervently worshipping a statue, muttering continuously.
The statue's face was unclear, but it held a sword scabbard in its hand.
"I have studied the Sword Dao, I hope the senior can pass on the Sword Path Will to me, I will certainly propagate the Sword Dao and honor your name."
After kowtowing several times, Xu Siyuan reached out to grasp the sword from the scabbard, but as his hand approached the sword hilt, a sharp Sword Qi shot out from the scabbard, Xu Siyuan's hand, infused with Innate Power, tried to forcibly draw the sword despite the Sword Qi.
Swoosh!
The Sword Qi struck, piercing right through Xu Siyuan's palm, leaving a bloody hole.
"Why!"
With his palm pierced and feeling another Sword Qi about to be released from the scabbard, Xu Siyuan reluctantly retreated.
