Everyone from the Wen Shui Tang family knew that their young master was not good at long battles, not because he had no stamina, but because he got bored of fighting easily.
Tonight, Tang Thirty Six appeared to very bored of the fight. He stepped out with his right foot. The grass was being blown down by wind. Tang Thirty Six’s Wen Shui Sword carried the starlights and was thrusted at Qi Jian. The sword Qi broke the air and faintly, fire could be seen.
“Return of Night Cloud!”
Among the spectating crowd, there were people who knew this sword technique and were calling it out.
Tang Thirty Six used all of his qi. The sword qi became more rampant as if it was actually burning under the sky.
Several clouds were slowly floating above the square. They were lit up by the sword and it looked as if they were burning too, like the crimson clouds at the sunset.
More terrifyingly, infinite sword spirits were hiding in the burning clouds — the sharpest sword spirits.
People were all shocked thinking that there was reason for this arrogant youngster to be so arrogant.