Chapter 421: Successor of the Blade Demon?

"The Drunken, indeed drunk, Eight Immortals. His neck, once touched the peak of Beizhou, with shoulders, who dares to contend..."

As Xu Hao drank wine, he hummed a tune, moving through Wang Zihao's continuous long blade slashes as easily as if he were walking in his own courtyard, swaying and nearly stumbling, yet narrowly avoiding each of Wang Zihao's strikes every time.

"Han Zhongli, Drunken Immortal, the gourd, placed on the shoulder, giving way this way and that, taking advantage... Step ahead gently, push the shoulder and let it fly."

It was then that Xu Hao finally began to use the footwork of the Drunken Eight Immortals, his movements becoming even more agile and varied.