Blood.
Blood sprayed.
The air wailed, yet the assault didn't cease for a moment.
The blood that flew out had shattered into a mist of deep red fog before it even had a chance to fall.
Wu Xiaode and Siang stood amidst the swirling blood mist, unleashing all manner of strikes at each other with all their strength.
Wu Xiaode did not dodge or evade, nor did he care that his body was already drenched in blood.
Siang, on the other hand, fought back with exchanges, always trying to find a way to block or dodge slightly, maintaining a normal defensive stance throughout.
The two fought several more rounds.
"Kid, you can't win!"
Siang scoffed disdainfully and, with a flip of his hand, took out a pair of daggers, slashing viciously at Wu Xiaode.
Wu Xiaode had no choice but to withdraw his fists and draw out his Desert Sword from his waist.
A silent arc swept across the moon, shadows of apricot flowers scattered, and the sound of a flute carried till the break of dawn.
Hum—
