Boom!
Lu Bei stomped on the ground, erupting in a surge of power, his moving shadow still lingering in place.
The black magic sword assembled a somber, icy gleam as the stormy air currents straddled both sides, aiming directly for Zhu Qilan's head to slash.
Here it came.
The speed of Lu Bei was too astonishing. Zhu Qilan couldn't track him with his naked eye. He sensed the imminent killing intent. Although his body was slender, he didn't retreat. Instead, he advanced. The snow-white straight blade tore through the surprised figure, directly pushing toward the black light.
The crossing paths of black and white light momentarily froze in place.
Rolling sound waves collided against each other, mighty energy surging incessantly. Within the visible air vibrations, the surrounding ground exploded with cracks, and the earth-shattering dust rose into the sky.
