The Song family's Patriarch knew very well that the opponent before him, disguised as a Golden Core Cultivator, was much faster than himself, making escape absolutely impossible.
Rather than sitting idly awaiting death, it would be better to put up a fight; he might still find a glimmer of hope for survival.
He gritted his teeth, his face etched with determination.
Suddenly, a seemingly ordinary wooden sword appeared in his hand with a quick flick of his palm.
Without hesitation, he poured all his Spiritual Power into the wooden sword, holding nothing back.
"Slash!"
The Song family's Patriarch shouted loudly, swinging his arm fiercely.
In an instant, the wooden sword, once plain and unremarkable, burst forth with dazzling azure light, so resplendent that it was almost unbearable to gaze upon.
Mysterious runes flickered intermittently around the sword's body, as if containing endless secrets.
