Yang Xiao's hard-earned spiritual power was nearly shattered by this guy's strike. He keenly realized that this guy's abilities were strange; it was that blade... his blade had issues!
On the other hand, Mahasha wasn't feeling any better. Although he only stepped back two or three paces, his hands were trembling from numbness at this moment.
He didn't know what happened earlier; it was as if he was struck by lightning.
He slowly released his grip, and saw that the area near where he held the blade was charred, with a chunk of skin and flesh torn off.
After their initial encounter, neither chose to attack immediately but instead fell into a brief stalemate because both realized the other was not easy to deal with.
However, Mahasha could wait, but Yang Xiao could not. He wanted a clean and decisive battle; he wanted Mahasha's head to secure his position as the Junior Priest of the Secret Sect.
