Compared to the demeanor of the sword-wielding figure, Xiao Ming felt that he was no different from a three year old kid at the sight of his skill. A faint green halo of light that was only as thin as a layer of smoke gathered around his skin.
WHOOSH!
With a light grunt that could almost be judged as silent that escaped his lips, he made a forward strike to the space right in front of him.
It immediately caused a force of chaos to quake around his surroundings which was a mountainous environment.
Following the sword strike, the light released a silver phantom similar to the man that quickly transformed into an illusory moon at the climax of its hit within a split-second. The forceful breeze enacted by the violently swirling mist that was released from the fading of the moon made space to tremble.
