The three Sword Servants were all masters of the Sword Dao. The moment the faint ring sounded, they realized something was wrong.
The three of them shot backward, but they were a step too late.
In the next instant, one of the Sword Servants crashed to his knees. The longsword in his hand had snapped in two, and the shirt over his left shoulder was sliced cleanly open, revealing a clear sword wound.
Then, blood spurted out wildly.
The wound appeared first, and blood only followed seconds later. One could only imagine the speed of that move.
Lin Hao's sword had yet to arrive—there was only a faint ring—yet the three Sword Servants had been forced back, one had his sword shattered, and even his left shoulder wasn't spared.
This scene was even more shocking than the last.
A line of poetry, a sword move for each line, an injury with each move.
Before Lin Hao, these long-famous Sword Servants were proving to be utterly vulnerable.
Lin Hao… was this terrifying.
