Butcher's madness seemed to flow into him along with the pig‑butchering saber art. Butcher's blade was always a blade of frenzy, wielded by emotion itself!
"You use a knife?"
Terry Fu saw the knife in his hand, as big as a chopping board, and couldn't help but laugh. "What kind of knife is that?"
Quinn Shepherd moved, and suddenly the saber light exploded outward like a surging sea, waves of blade energy stacking one after another, slashing down toward Terry Fu!
Terry Fu kept his hands behind his back, wearing a cold smile.
A series of sharp clangs rang out—silver light kept clashing with the pig‑butchering knife. That silver light was a tiny sword.
The sword was three inches long.
That tiny sword darted up and down, moving like lightning. It was connected by a strand of yuanqi, controlled to flit around Young Master Terry Fu, ghostly and unpredictable!
Then seven more tiny swords flew out, blocking Quinn Shepherd's storm‑like assault and preventing his blade from breaking through.
His swords were spirit weapons—long or short, large or small as he wished. Now each sword was three inches long, making them harder to defend against, easier to control, and far more agile!