"Court your own death!"
Qu Wu watched another formidable opponent approach with intense murderous intent, his face revealing a trace of fierce anger as his palm once again slid across the ancient zither before him.
His hands glided so swiftly that residual images lingered in the air.
With each pluck of the strings, beams of light burst forth, quickly converging into sharp Sword Qi, aimed directly at Zhu Peng.
The number of Sword Qi completely filled the space in front of him.
No matter how Zhu Peng tried, he couldn't dodge all the Sword Qi.
Instead, Zhu Peng, showing no intention to evade, braced himself and plunged headfirst into the assault.
From a distance, Ren Xiaoyao shook his head. This man was truly unwise. While Qu Wu had unleashed such a vast quantity of Sword Qi, each strand's power was inevitably diluted.