"Slash!"
"Slash!"
"Slash!"
In the old courtyard, the apricot blossoms fell, and the small reddish apricots were not yet ripe.
But the full tree of green leaves was stirred by each soft shout.
The man in gray swung his blade, and with each strike, a whirlwind arose in the courtyard, whipping up dusty yellows and rustling the leaves.
Yet the larger the whirlwind grew, the more dissatisfied the man became.
He furrowed his brow, seemingly deep in thought about something.
Under the tree lay the Third Grade Meat Field Remnant Vein, a place where blood energy was most abundant, a holy ground for cultivation.
Xiaoyu'Er watched her man wield the blade, utterly puzzled.
In her view, her man's blade speed was already fast enough. If he were to strike her, she wouldn't even have time to react before being cut in half. Moreover, each strike, just when initiated, would bring about a whirlwind. This indicated great strength, so... what is he troubled about?
