The elder was adept with both the sword and the knife; he had studied many blades manuals and practiced numerous sword techniques, truly a figure at the master level.
Especially when wielding the Hidden Dragon Sword, his moves were exceptionally powerful.
For instance, the move he executed now is a knife technique with a beautiful name: Long River Sunset!
The long sword spun in a circle, descending from above, and combined with the powerful Inner Strength, its destructive power was astonishingly extreme!
Bam!
The Hidden Dragon Sword struck down, a dull thud followed, yet no blood splattered again this time!
The elder frowned, stared intently, but there was no person in sight. Only a blue talisman lay below his feet, now ignited with an unknown flame, half-burned.
The elder almost stamped his feet in anger. What on earth was this old man? Even possessing a Substitute Talisman?
