On the training ground, Tiemu Xiaoyun suddenly halted his attack. His red clothes, dyed with blood, appeared even more vivid.
The two bone-deep wounds on his chest looked terrifying, but his face showed not a trace of pain. In fact, it even carried a hint of a smile.
"Su Yu, you really are a monster. I, a Commander who is two Realms higher than you, was actually wounded like this by you.
"Hahahaha, but it's been a long time since I've met a Sword Dao master like you. What a thrilling battle!"
He thought, "If it weren't for my sister, I would concede today... But I'm sorry, I must win today!"
He did not say these words out loud; only a flash of genuine killing intent passed through his eyes.
"Take this!"
He stretched his arms forward, holding his two long sabers—one in front and one behind—as he slowly leveled them beside him.
The left saber was in front, pointing diagonally at the ground. The right saber concealed its edge, revealing only half of its scarlet blade.
