The cool night was as tranquil as water, moonlight streaming through the verdant foliage.
In an instant, a fierce sword light emerged, like water, light, electricity, and thunder, clean and sharp, drawing blood the moment it left the sheath.
Liu Chengshi's laughter abruptly ceased. His eyes were filled with intense disbelief. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but could utter no words. The long knife in his hand fell, his body went limp, and he tumbled from the carriage to crash heavily onto the ground.
A man next to Shen Xiang exclaimed in surprise, "Water Swordsmanship!"
This Water Swordsmanship was the medium-grade martial arts skill, incomplete as it was when it was handed over to Pei Xuanjing by Shen Xiang.
But to everyone's surprise, in just a few short months, Pei Xuanjing had already mastered this sword skill and could so easily kill Liu Chengshi, a sixth-grade martial artist, with a single stroke, even with such suddenness.