Screech screech screech—
Countless Sword Qi Wind Blades bombarded the spiritual hand that was descending from the sky above.
In a short moment, the winds ceased and the swords fell, and the large hand in the sky above dispersed as well.
At this moment, on the palm of Shi Xinghai, there were traces of fresh blood falling, and the sleeves of his robe were also slashed with several cuts by the Sword Qi.
Lin Chen's eyes were fixated on Shi Xinghai. The previous move, the Roaring Gale, had forced him to use ninety percent of his strength, whereas Shi Xinghai had merely used a casual move.
In Shi Xinghai's eyes, he didn't seem to take Lin Chen's attack seriously at all.
However, after this second exchange of blows, Shi Xinghai would probably not probe any further.
