"Fellow Daoist is actually a Sword Cultivator? The sharpness of that sword just now was truly astounding."
Water Smoke Guest's attitude suddenly became much humbler.
Although he had achieved the Yang Gang Skill, when it came to real combat ability, he was about on par with the crow demon, fearing he might get chopped by Zhong Shenxiu's sword.
"Haha, the Hundred Steps Flying Sword was simply a jest."
Zhong Shenxiu sheathed the Poison Dragon Sword and smiled.
He did not know any sword technique. Just now, he had merely used his mana to command the Poison Dragon Sword to kill.
But a Divine Power Practitioner's beloved flying sword, refined through years of dedicated cultivation, used to kill a minor Gang Sha stage demon was just like using a butcher's knife to kill a chicken, effortlessly done.
How could a crow, no matter how fast it flew, outrun a flying sword?
"It seems there are some mortals below. There's no need to bother with them."
