He kept shouting, but his hands moved swiftly. With a swipe at his waist, he drew two short blades, dripping with blood, stepped forward, and in an instant was in front of Li Xuanxuan, thrusting his hand forward in a stab.
Li Xuanxuan was thankful that he had endured the pain and hadn't let go of the magic artifact earlier. Twisting the handle of the axe, he inverted it like a shield to block the man's bloody Sword Qi, shaking his chest in pain.
With his other hand, he quickly formed another Talisman, releasing a stream of golden light and conjuring a golden light barrier around himself, finally getting a chance to catch his breath.
The Devil Cultivator's strike missed and he fiercely retreated several steps, gasping for air—obviously, he had not yet recovered from the previous Talisman attack, and was also far from comfortable, cursing as he opened his mouth:
"You son of a... ambushing your grandpa…"
