Chapter 1305: Heroic Arts

"So, even that sword isn't that effective. Interesting," Zhu Chang muttered, flicking his wrist once as the sword began to glow a bright shade of red, emitting dense heat. He then slashed at the Dark Spirit before him—one that had been cut in half before. 

"Good, fire is effective." He laughed, seeing the severed pieces of the Dark Spirit catch up in flame and begin to burn. 

Though, as it began to generate a lot of smoke and a nasty stench, he frowned, jumping back as he dusted his clothes, "Fire is not good."

He was just about to switch his mode of attack when an idea struck him, causing him to laugh in joy, praising himself, "Right, I was missing that."

He then shouted in a flurry, hacking the Dark Spirits one after another as they began to surround him, beginning to come at him one after another. As he hacked at them one after another, his expression collapsed, "That one looks really ugly!"