Xiao Qiang was quick to react, retreating backward.
To his surprise, the man in black suddenly formed a seal with his right hand, and the remaining two beams of sword light shot out, instantly stabbing into Xiao Qiang's palm.
Xiao Qiang only felt as if his palm had been struck by a hammer, forcing him to stagger backward several steps. His body trembled, almost causing him to drop his giant gate sword.
However, he knew, if he were to let go of his weapon now, his death was certain.
The robust energy of creation was released, firmly gripping the giant gate sword in his hand.
The black-clothed man frowned slightly as he held his sword; two silver lights in the void, like three frigid poisonous snakes, again aimed for Xiao Qiang.
