The Pearl of a Thousand Years

Clear Peace realized that his internal energy had reached its limit.

He was on the edge.

The Grand Harmony Fist of Celestial Sword Sect, specialized in honorable direct combat, was clashing against the Soul Slaughter Sword of Bloodshadow Pavilion, designed for ambushes and assassinations.

It was only the balance of their strengths and weaknesses that kept the battle even.

It was never because his skill had truly reached Dark Emperor's level.

"So, this is that so-called Grand Harmony Divine Fist?"

But Dark Emperor remained unfazed, even relaxed.

Even as Clear Peace threw his punches with all his might, the enemy still found time to mock him.

And then, in that very moment—

Dark Emperor moved his left hand.

A dagger spun between his fingertips.

The same kind of weapon that had struck Vera's leg earlier.

Clear Peace sucked in a sharp breath.

It was already too late to dodge.