Upon rising again, Bai Zhou's chest bore large scorched marks, and his breath was slightly disrupted.
Within a few breaths, the injuries on his body healed. He twisted his neck, returning to peak condition. For a Cleaner of his level, such minor injuries were inconsequential.
He noticed that, apart from that section of the whip needing caution, none of the opponent's other attacks could harm him, at most their methods were a bit peculiar.
"If your attacks are only of this level."
Bai Zhou clenched his fists, relaxing his shoulders.
"Next, it's this young master's turn."
Saying this, he suddenly held his Heavy Blade horizontally at his side. The blade began to transform, a crack appeared from the center, emitting a scorching red mist. The broad blade split into two halves, the top part extended and fitted with the blade's forefront, forming a long blade. Simultaneously, crimson patterns lit up, spiral branches slowly extended from the hilt, piercing Bai Zhou's wrist.
