But as he continued, he became somewhat confused because the boundary of the Fuling Star Domain he saw not so far off never seemed to arrive. Yet to maintain the output of his Spiritual Power through the blade's light, his Sea of Qi was already somewhat drained.
Held back by the constant retreat of the blade's light, Tang Luo rooted himself in the void, his index finger pinching and crushing the final surge of the red blade light.
"Is that boundary fake?"
Ning Bufu looked at Tang Luo with bewildered eyes, as if seeking clarity in death.
"It's not fake,"
Tang Luo said indifferently, "It just moves centered on my body. Unless your speed surpasses mine, you will never reach the edge."
"I see..."
Realization dawned on Ning Bufu. Clutching his giant blade, he swung the last stroke of his life.
Within no more than a hundred moves, the fierce tiger of Chengzhou, exhausted of Spiritual Power, died.
