บท 1101: One of Ours

"Has he left?"

Jian Wushuang had no intention of chasing after the man in gold armor at all.

In truth, even if his opponent remained behind, he had to leave.

After all, he had expended his entire repertoire of swordsmanship but only managed to cut off one of the man's arms. His opponent could regenerate his arm back instantly, and he did not seem to have lost any of his battle strength.

If the battle continued on, most likely Jian Wushuang would have lost.

"I perfected my Death Shadow by combining both Essences of speed and slowness in it. Most importantly, my consciousness attack coupled with Killing Intent should have been even more powerful, but he easily blocked my consciousness attack. He didn't even seem to be affected much by it!" thought Jian Wushuang, secretly surprised.

To Jian Wushuang, even an advanced Celestial Master would have trouble blocking such an attack, much less be so unaffected by it.