They wouldn't have believed it if their lives depended on it, but the fact was the Sword Sect master never appeared before them. This was a fatal blow to their already low morale, like a dark cloud hanging over their heads.
Meng Li roared and charged into the enemy ranks, his longsword erupting with a long stream of pale blue Sword Qi. His cultivation as a Fourth-tier Mad Sword Master was more than enough for him to dominate this crowd of mercenaries, most of whom were merely Sword Masters or Great Sword Masters.
Tonight, Meng Li had also been profoundly shaken by Ling Xiao's earth-shattering sword strike. 'I have to admit, even as a Fourth-tier Mad Sword Master, I don't stand a chance against him!'
'But I never imagined where the Young Lord's true power lies... It's something beyond my wildest dreams! To think he could force back a Sword Sect master with a single blow, and from the look of things, that master must have suffered a serious injury!'
