C121 A Stalemate

Hu Jie was seething with rage. How dare someone at the mere third level of Astral Wandering act so arrogantly before him!

"Die, Wind Cut!" Hu Jie bellowed, as a long sword materialized in his grasp. Judging by the spiritual energy emanating from it, it was clearly a mid-grade spiritual weapon. With a swift motion, Hu Jie unleashed a strike