Ling Xiao and Poison Soul Venerate had a considerable gap in cultivation level, and in this direct confrontation, Ling Xiao was directly repelled dozens of meters back.
After dozens of meters, Ling Xiao finally stopped.
His Ghost Shadow Sword left a trace of dozens of meters on the ground.
From the corners of his mouth, blood seeped out, clearly indicating he was injured.
But it wasn't very serious.
At this moment, Poison Soul Venerate was also looking surprisedly at his own chest.
Unaware of when it happened, his chest bore a strike from Ling Xiao.
Though it was just a shallow trace and caused him no harm at all, he began to grow annoyed.
"Four moves, old demon!"
Ling Xiao spat out blood-stained saliva, revealing a proud smile, and said.
"Heh, you are already this embarrassed blocking the fourth move, how can you truly block the next three moves?"
Poison Soul Venerate scoffed disdainfully.
