SHHIIING!
The web of sword light passed through the entire giant mountain like a hot knife through chocolate, easily dicing it into countless small pieces.
The brown-haired old man's expression changed drastically. He hadn't expected Xia Si to be able to accelerate. But this was a clash of their full power; both had already gambled everything.
He had no time to pull back or change direction and could only meet the incomparably sharp net of the Gale Sword head-on.
WHOOSH!
The phantom of the giant mountain dissipated.
The gale died down.
Two figures crashed to the ground. One was kneeling, the other standing.
Both were covered in blood.
The difference was, Xia Si was smiling. The brown-haired old man, however, could no longer form any expression.
His face was a mangled mess of flesh and blood, completely unrecognizable.
"What... what is this Swordsmanship?!" He staggered forward a step, barely managing to stay on his feet.
