Deathblade Tomb!
Swoosh!
The quick blade in Fei Tong's hand turned from swiftness to stillness, sending off eerie chillness. He also stopped in his footsteps, being as still as a mountain. It was as if he was a corpse that had crawled out from a tomb.
"Interesting!"
Tan Lu's eyes lit up. He was burning with eagerness to see a blade art like this. Not only did he not feel wary, but he became even more excited instead.
Tan Lu tapped his foot on the ground and pounced forth to attack.
"F*ck!"
Fei Tong cursed and swung his blade to block.
Clank!
The huge power caused such a great tremor that his arm turned numb. He was really reaping the fruit of his own action.
