"CLANG!"
The sound of clashing metal rang out as waves of air blasted back. Zheng Jun only felt his arms go numb. Just as he prepared to retreat, he saw the Inner Qi and Gang wind erupt around him. The blast sent him reeling backward; like being struck by lightning, he was launched flying through the air.
Zheng Jun flipped in mid-air, stumbling several steps upon landing before finally steadying himself. However, he was in a wretched state. His clothes were shredded inch by inch by the shockwave of the Gang Qi, and his body was covered in dense, fine sword wounds that oozed blood. In the blink of an eye, he had been reduced to a bloody mess.
"Outer Gang is this strong?!"
The exchange of a single Slash and sword thrust left Zheng Jun feeling utterly astounded. He had never felt such power from Cai Xun; Meng Xian's strength was on a completely different level!
