Blood spurted out from the abdomen, and the Seven Demons' Blade Princess seemed a bit in disbelief.
She looked at Xu Zimei, the long blade in her hand had already dropped onto the ground.
She had never imagined that she would lose to someone else in a pure blade technique competition.
After all, she had devoted her entire life to practicing her blade.
"A person like you shouldn't be nameless," said the Seven Demons' Blade Princess.
"It seems you aren't a local of our Immortal Island."
"What does a dead person need to be curious about?" Xu Zimei replied.
He raised the Tyrant Shadow and calmly said: "Do you still want to compete in blade techniques?
The next strike will be the end of you."
"There's no need for blade techniques," the Seven Demons' Blade Princess shook her head.
She admitted that her blade technique couldn't surpass Xu Zimei's, but she knew that her skills weren't limited to just blade techniques.
