The Daoist was forced into a corner by Xiao Lingling's fierce dual blade techniques, struggling to defend and flustered.
In Xiao Lingling's hands were two blades—one long, one short—working together with seamless cooperation, like two agile and deadly silver snakes flickering with cold light under the sun. She shouted sharply with each move, each strike carrying an unwavering momentum aimed straight at the Daoist's vital points.
The Daoist, terrified, swung his long sword in panic, attempting to shield himself, but it was like a candle in the wind, on the verge of extinguishing.
Finally, with a deadly strike from Xiao Lingling's dual blades, the Daoist let out a scream, blood splattering on the spot.
Blood gushed out like a fountain, instantly dyeing the surrounding grass in crimson red, resembling a blossoming sea of blood, shocking to behold.
