One of the Great Li king’s hands was a bloody mess, the other maintained a firm grip on his boxing glove. Despair and panic shone out of his eyes. Was this the might of a Saint? His immense battle strength was hardly worth mention here, and his boxing glove was on the verge of being seized by another.0

A thin sword flew through the air like a babbling brook, piercing through the world.0

Zheng Gong immediately took a step back when he saw the sight; his face paled with panic. He took a few steps back, watching the sword cut through the void chain confining the Great Li king.0

“Who… are you?!” he asked, infuriated.0

This person knew the Streamflow Sword Method and powered their moves with a terrifying presence! Their battle strength wasn’t key, but the unique pressure that accompanied the blows—it made his heart palpitate.0

The Zhengs were widely experienced and had seen much of the world. He recognized the sword method.0

The Watercloud empress dowager also looked on with a grave look. The enemy was too strong. That had been a blow at her full strength, but if it wasn’t for the enemy backing away from her unique sword method,...0