The broken blood-colored curved blade fell into the snow, the collision of red and white weaving into a dazzling scenery, giving rise to a hint of eerie mystique in the dark night.
The black-clad men who had leapt into the air also fell, each staring in alarm at their right arms.
The specially crafted sleeves for combat allowed everyone to see clearly the uncontrollable tremors in their right arms, and the bright red blood gushing from the webbing between their thumbs and index fingers.
The leader of the black-clad men looked at Nangong Mo, a heart wildly pounding beneath the mask of a fierce ghost with a blue face and sharp teeth.
Shock, horror, disbelief!
How could this be possible!
His martial arts were terrifying to such an extent!
With just one clash! The soft sword in his hand cut through their weapons! It was not so much the sharpness of his weapon, but the terrifying strength of his Inner Strength!
