In an instant, the short blade split into nine overlapping afterimages. The sword shadows intertwined chaotically, weaving together like dancing butterflies. The pattern was dazzling and disorienting, making it impossible to tell which blade was real and which were feints.
Any attempt by Xiao Hei to force its way through would result in being struck by multiple slashes.
Once again, Shen Yu sealed Xiao Hei's attack route.
He would not allow his remaining men to be slaughtered so easily.
In the distance, Wang Zongyao watched the exchange with narrowed eyes. Though Shen Yu was his enemy, he could not help but admire the man's skill.
"Worthy of a three-star Upper Exalt," Wang Zongyao muttered.
He, too, could barely track Xiao Hei's movements.
Yet if he were in Shen Yu's position, he knew he could not protect his subordinates so effectively. Compared to Shen Yu's seamless defense using whip and blade together, he felt the gap in their combat experience keenly.
