Watching Nanmen Tianhong's confident expression, Xu Zimei smiled.
With a casual wave of his hand, the Blade Intent of Wu Geng wrapped around his body, solid and sharp.
Xu Zimei casually waved his hand, and the Blade Intent transformed into a sword shadow floating in mid-air.
This sword shadow was over a dozen meters long, with sharp edges swirling around the blade.
As Xu Zimei swung his right hand, the sword shadow tore through the layered space at a speed so fast it was like a streak of light, heading straight for Nanmen Tianhong.
Seeing such power, Nanmen Tianhong spread his hands; the Spiritual Energy around him was multicolored.
The aura, like a rainbow, all converged in front of his chest, forming a defensive barrier.
When the sword shadow struck the barrier, a sizzling sound emitted.
Before Nanmen Tianhong could react, the sword shadow broke through the barrier, splitting it in two.
