"Compete with the sun!"
Yang Tiansheng roared, his body and sword merged as one as he stabbed towards Wei Heng's head, as mad and blazing as a fierce flame. His intense Sword Qi illuminated the night in an instant.
"This sword strike is somewhat interesting!"
Wei Heng commented with a smirk, a single hand supporting the sky, "Overlord Lifts a Cauldron!"
"Clang!"
The brilliantly shining sword tip struck Wei Heng's palm but could not advance even half an inch further. Two vigorous Qi Forces clashed wildly, one above the other.
Seeing this, Yang Ge withdrew his blade and stepped back two steps, his arms shaking. A powerful surge of Inner Qi burst forth from the acupoints around his body like it cost him nothing, enveloping him densely without dispersing.
With a sweep of his arms, he gathered all the Inner Qi onto his blade.
In an instant, the blade of the Floating Shadow Sword seemed enchanted, bursting out dazzling snow light.
