Having fled to some unknown depth of the Mist Marsh, Skyfire God Honored suddenly halted. He first sighed, then shook his head, and said with a smugly satisfied expression, "Damn, I'm lucky! To encounter such a terrifying Sword Cultivator and actually survive."
That last sword strike had nearly scared his soul out of him.
In his life, he had fought many cultivators of the same realm and had never once been defeated.
Yet against that White Clad Sword Cultivator of the same realm, he found himself as fragile as a thin sheet of paper.
He had no strength to fight back whatsoever.
Perhaps from a greater distance, he could have used his Divine Skills and magical artifacts to hold out for a while.
However, Skyfire God Honored suspected... regardless of what methods he employed, he would ultimately be no match for that mysterious White Clad Sword Cultivator.
"Could that guy be from the Sword Pavilion?"
