Chapitre 481: Chapter 187: Prison Fight_3

The sword and blade behind him missed and changed directions like a poisonous snake swiftly following suit; in that instant, the young swordsman only had a gap for one move.

In front of him, a silent and sharp blade, ghostly and elusive, contained within it thirteen distinctly different trajectories.

Even a founding sword master would struggle to discern them clearly, but in the moment the youth neared, the ethereal blade suddenly halted, its thirteen paths merging into one, clanging against the scabbard on the youth's forearm.

The attacker's heart raced as he fiercely twisted his wrist, intending to change his move, but the youth, already in close proximity, suddenly revealed a smile tinged with childlike innocence.

With a smile, he whispered softly, "True Qi Art · Immortal Fire."

The force at the front of the scabbard suddenly stiffened.