Hu Long clicked his tongue, jumping back with a gust of wind as Luo Shuchang simply dusted off his sleeves. Luo Shuchang's face was pale as he put away his steel fan, but the pressure emanating from him wasn't any weaker than when he first unleashed his power.
"Don't you think this is futile? Despite my weakened state, I'm still in the Nascent Soul realm, you know?" he said, an easy smile on his face. Hu Long only sneered in response, sparks flying as he struck his fists together.
"Then it's a good thing that all I have to do is distract you. You can't keep this technique stable if I beat your face in, right?"
His words were met with silence, but Hu Long knew he was on the right track. Although this Descending Skies involved a giant-sword image, using his Divine Sight, he could tell that the technique was more akin to a spell than a martial art.
