Ma Zhe breathed a sigh of relief. Despite being one of the top ten swordsmanships in the West Bull New Continent, the swordsmanship collection of the Taihua Qing Palace's Sword Room was still insufficient to break his Mystical Turtle Mountain Talisman!
His confidence surged, and the Flying Snake darted relentlessly. Just then, sword qi pierced the river, splitting thin as silk threads, and shot towards him.
Ma Zhe urged the Mystical Turtle, and divine light radiated from its shell, forming layer upon layer of light walls. He thought, "My skills and techniques are flawless. As long as I get close enough to perform the Turtle and Snake Joint Attack, victory is assured!"
He had just thought of this when he suddenly sensed the Flying Snake's movement was hindered, startling his heart.
Chen Shi's sword qi struck the neck of the Flying Snake, piercing through it. It was insignificant, as the Flying Snake was composed of Kan Water Qi, and would reconnect even if severed.
