Clang......
Xiahou Zhang had been defeated once before, and his left arm was clearly still injured. Now facing the advancing Vajra Master, he dared not be careless, swiftly raising his Ink Silver Blade to guard his face.
The Vajra Master aimed directly at his head, and the fist collided fiercely with the big saber. Just like last time, there was a violent clash of metal, creating a shockwave that flipped over hundreds of soldiers below.
Xiahou Zhang endured the impact, retreating more than ten meters, his saber shaking wildly; while the Vajra Master who attacked him stood still, his gaze cold.
They were fighting in a low-altitude area, at most two to three hundred meters from the ground. The power of one at the Xianyang Level could easily have hundreds of mane impacts, and even a slight collision could shock many in the Earth-digging Realm to death.
