His face was pale.
"This is too dangerous!" he thought, trembling. Then, he picked up the Golden Crow Sword. Delving into his inner spiritual power, he realized he was nearly completely exhausted, which was the reason for his eventual downfall.
For those at Qi Condensation, sword flight requires a lot of energy. Most who are at level seven Qi Condensation can only maintain it for a few breaths before they have to stop. Even Yan Xiaobao, with his exceptionally refined spiritual power, couldn't last a hundred breaths.
Fearing a fall, he dared not draw the sword again. Stealthily looking around to see if anyone had seen what had just happened, he caught sight of a burly man in the distance, staring at him with his jaw agape.
When Yan Xiaobao saw him, his eyes widened, and he quickly walked over. "Wow, aren't you Sect Nephew Wolf?"
