"You little bastard, die for me!!!" Seeing Su Chen appear, the first to strike was not Di Que, nor anyone else, but Di Qu. His disciple had died tragically at Su Chen's hands, and Di Qu already loathed Su Chen to his very bones.
At this moment, he acted directly, almost losing his mind.
Although Di Qu was so furious he was losing his mind, he didn't underestimate Su Chen. Instead, he regarded him with utmost seriousness.
The sword in his hand, a meter and a half long, simple, magnanimous, entirely silver, and as thin as paper, moved.
Imperial Weapon, Cloud Imperial Weapon.
This sword was not bad.
At least in sharpness, it was terrifying. The moment the sword moved, a blinding, thread-like Sword Scar appeared in the Storm Space before Di Qu.
The Sword Scar pierced through everything, ignored the storm, and locked onto Su Chen.
Then, Di Qu swung three consecutive swords.
The three swords came like a flash flood, each one more formidable than the last.
