"Whoosh!" A broadsword light, far surpassing Zhao Changhe's usual strength and speed, slashed towards the Lu Family elder like a blanket enveloping the sky.
The elder dodged past, already behind Zhao Changhe, his sword pointing at the back of his neck.
Zhao Changhe, in his frenzy, didn't care whether his neck was pierced or not, he twisted and spun around, aiming to cut the elder in half at the waist!
The elder dared not meet the blow with full force, so he deflected the attack and retreated.
His swordsmanship was indeed exquisite; in the process of deflecting and retreating, his sword tip had already grazed the back of Zhao Changhe's hand. Under normal circumstances, Zhao Changhe would have been unable to hold his blade, but at this moment, he was completely numb to it and continued his relentless assault, swirling his Big Broadsword around like a giant windmill, dominating the entire space.
