ng pushed back in the slightest when they clash head-on... That alone makes him worthy of being considered his opponent."Suchin!"Next, I will begin to wield my swordsmanship."A True Martial Ninth Heav...The Sixth Sacred Mountain, in the courtyard where Su Xin resides.

Wow!

Blades of light flashed as Su Xin practiced swordsmanship alone.

"Shadowed!" "Dream fragments!" "Dawn breaks!" "Ephemeral bloom!" "Snowy expanse!" "Path to the underworld!"

Each move follows seamlessly from the last.

"No, that's not right."

Su Xin quickly stopped, and his brows furrowed.

He had mastered the Flying Blood Sword Art long ago, and his proficiency was extremely high. It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it peerless. He could perform each of the six forms in this technique almost perfectly, bringing out the full power of each move.

It was like this before.

However, at this moment, as he wielded this sword technique again, it felt completely different.

It's not because of the proficiency in swordsmanship, but the swordsmanship itself...Xin's eyes narrowed slightly.He realized that the sinister youth's swordplay did indeed contain the six essences of sword intent, but the power they exerted was rather ordinary, feeling much like some...