Yu Ci had just unleashed two sword strikes, fast as lightning, their speed and power unparalleled. Yet, amidst the rapid descent, he demonstrated precise timing and control, even leveraging the montum to regain balance. His mastery was clearly the result of relentless practice, unlike those who relied solely on top-tier sword techniques to overwhelm others.
At this mont, Tu Du began to understand Huang Tai’s defense: “If he possesses such skills, along with that cunning mind, it’s no surprise Liu Siwei died by his sword.”
However, the more Tu Du recognized Yu Ci's abilities, the more intense the fire in his heart burned.
“A lively little brat, huh? Do you think you can humiliate an old man like ?”
The thought of his frail, dying body thousands of miles away only fueled his anger. He wanted to grit his teeth in frustration, only to recall that he hadn’t felt the sensation of clenching his jaw in a long ti.
Yu Ci remained oblivious to Tu Du’s seething hatred—he had no ti for such concerns. His mind was consud by the unprecedented danger and excitent surrounding him.
He had never counted on Tu Du adhering to any so-called restrictions, nor did he ever plan to simply escape his pursuit. On the contrary, he wanted Tu Du to follow him—to chase him deep into the "Sky Rift Valley
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