The elusive flying sword was not only extremely hard to defend against but also particularly despicable, always aiming for critical areas, narrowly grazing past his waist several times.
The golden petals fluttering all over the sky seemed soft and harmless, but you only realized how terrifying they were after being hit by one. Not only were they sharp, but they were also unnaturally agile.
For someone who also dabbled in florals, Flower Monk's magical artifact was nothing compared to others' cultivation techniques.
Flower Monk was also lamenting endlessly in his heart, wondering where such a character from the Righteous Path could have come from; he hadn't heard of any direct disciple from a major sect being so underhanded.
Though he didn't need to guard against that elusive flying sword, those nimble and ever-changing petals ceaselessly targeted his nether regions!
Even if he could evade countless times, one mistake would be his downfall.
