Yu Changsheng facing the Underworld Taoist alone left him feeling uneasy, so he followed closely behind, in case of any unexpected developments.
Unexpectedly, no such developments occurred.
Yu Changsheng unleashed one move, Cloud Sky Sword Rain, almost turning the Paper Molding Workshop at the base of the city wall into a sieve.
The Underworld Taoist was stunned in an instant.
He released a murky yellow foul-smelling long river, swirling swiftly around himself. But before it could stir up waves, it was shattered into fractures by thousands of sword lights, sweeping him along with his True Form into pieces.
The paper figurines and horses he had placed just started to move but were swept up by the cloud light, disintegrating into countless fragments.
"Such swift swordsmanship."
Su Youxian tugged at his beard with effort, rubbing his chin. For the first time, he felt that the little girl from his memory had finally grown up.
