Zu An was stunned. How could you fight an opponent who was so fast that you couldn’t see him clearly?

His only option was to retreat as fast as he could. He employed his modified Sunflower Phantasm, and then mixed in Grandgale as well, worried that Old Mi would see through his movements. He even swung the Tai’e Sword about him, trying to intimidate his opponent.

Even though he knew that he wouldn’t hit anything, he had no other choice. He could only resign himself to fate and continue swinging it about.

A crisp, clear note rang out as Old Mi’s finger struck the Tai’e Sword.

Zu An felt an enormous force pass through the Tai’e Sword. He lost his grip on the Tai’e Sword. His body flew backwards, his feet left large gouges in the ground as he tried desperately to neutralize the tremendous force.

He looked at his hand. Blood poured from the webbing between his thumb and forefinger. That single strike had severely injured his hand.

Sigh, the gap between us is just too big.

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