Fang Han lifted his eyes.
He felt the locked-on killing intent and the immense pressure, but his gaze remained calm. The hand holding his sword only grew steadier.
The nimble and graceful Wind Sword Intent around him quietly condensed and climbed, contending with his opponent's tyrannical, mountain-like momentum in an invisible domain.
"Slay!!"
Qi Zhen, having gathered his momentum to its peak, let out a deafening roar. His biceps bulged as he furiously chopped down.
A massive Saber Gang, condensed to its limit until it resembled Dark Gold Glaze, shot from his blade. It expanded in the wind, instantly transforming into a terrifying streamer several zhang long.
Wherever the Saber Gang passed, the ground was plowed open into a deep trench by its leaking, sharp aura.
The rubble, splintered wood, and even the distant burning flames were all swept up, torn apart, and extinguished by the violent torrent of air.
