Chapter 361

Lu Tingshan was dead. Just like that, as light as a feather—gone in the blink of an eye. Lu Xuequn stood at the edge of the arena, staring blankly at his son, who had been blown into fragments right before his eyes. His eyes were filled with sixty percent shock and forty percent rage. The shock came from the fact that his son had been using the Wind Thunder Sword, a formidable sword technique passed down by his own hand! Once this technique locked onto a target, the ensuing onslaught was supposed to be inescapable. Under normal circumstances, any practitioner would inevitably be ensnared, for no one could anticipate from which direction the wind would strike, nor could they sense when it would suddenly manifest. Yet, Shen Han had dodged that descending wind with nonchalant ease. One had to understand that the wind was formless, colorless, and odorless—how could it possibly be avoided? Theoretically, Shen Han should have been locked in place. The subsequent eruption of the Wind Thunder Sword should have reduced him to ash in an instant. It was a foregone conclusion. But the reality was that Shen Han had evaded it, and his son hadn't even had the chance to regain his senses before he had practically offered up his own chest, only to be run through by the opponent’s sword.