Sword light filled the sky like a horde of bloodthirsty snakes, slicing through the curtain of rain and arriving suddenly.
Within the interwoven silver lines, an even sharper blade light lurked, shooting forth later, striking towards Liang Qu's neck and throat like a poisonous dragon.
The net was meant to bind, the harpoon to kill—in what should have been a deadly coordinated attack, a flash of bluish light suddenly streaked before their eyes.
Liang Qu's fingers skimmed along the spear shaft, and the Haoran Qi and Blood which had long resided in his Dantian suddenly soared like a dragon climbing, the glow on the spear point danced, faintly emitting a bluish light, and with just a flick, it pierced through the surrounding Sword Qi.
"Not good!"
Huang Jinghong felt as if lead weights had been fastened to his wrists, the silver net that bound the big fish suddenly transformed into a green dragon shaking off its confines, tearing through the net with its struggles.
