Enraged by Wen Qingye's words, Jiang Wu's face flushed crimson.
He immediately switched to a reverse grip with his left hand and flicked the sword back. A distorted blade of light streaked through the void, hurtling toward Wen Qingye. At the same time, Jiang Wu kicked off the air, flipping upside down in mid-flight, his sword endlessly unleashing a torrent of Sword Aura.
"Wind Blade!"
An innumerable torrent of Sword Aura, like a dense swarm of blades, rushed toward Wen Qingye.
Instead of retreating, Wen Qingye advanced. The One Thought Sword in his hand pulsed with golden light, radiating an infinitely sharp and ferocious aura.
"First Form of the Sword Emperor Technique! Proud Sword!"
A brilliant golden light met the countless streams of Qi Aura. The innumerable blades were shredded, dissolving into wisps of Primordial Qi. This endless sharpness was incomparably more powerful; after sweeping through the thousands of blades, it continued hurtling toward Jiang Wu.
