Su Sheng was maintaining his balance every second, polishing the two types of Sword Intent. He himself was a miracle. In this era, who else could practice Sword Dao to his extent, especially in such a short period of time?
Perhaps there were some, but they would be reclusive old monsters. Regarding the cultivation path, he might feel somewhat less confident, but speaking of Sword Dao alone, he was definitely a rare genius, which is why he dared to engage in such risky behavior.
"Mr. Tang, how did you end up like this too?"
Li Xiaoxiao, surprised, saw that this Mr. Tang had changed just like her sister, but in the opposite way. Mr. Tang's left side was covered with frost, while his right side was burning red-hot.
"It's nothing, it's normal."
Su Sheng was very calm and even managed to speak while distracted. It could be said that his skill was great and his courage vast, but it might also be said he was walking on the path to his demise, getting further away.