Swoosh!
A gleaming longsword abruptly appeared in Lin Feng's hand, and the next moment, his body radiated a dazzling golden light, blinding and brilliant.
Zoom!
The longsword trembled, striking like a bolt of lightning, thrusting straight at the claw attack coming head-on.
Slash!
The sword light was peerlessly sharp, instantly shredding the claw attack, colliding with Weng Zhen's jet-black talons.
There was no explosion of powerful energy, no blast of force; the sword light simply pierced through the True Yuan concentrated on Weng Zhen's claws, stabbing straight through the palm of his hand and deep into his arm.
The biting Sword Qi wrapped around the longsword turned Weng Zhen's arm's meridians and flesh into mincemeat in an instant.
Ah!
Weng Zhen let out a wretched scream, his figure retreating rapidly.
"What? Weng Zhen has been injured!"
"How is this possible?"
"..."
