At that moment, Xue Jing's body suddenly tensed up, his scalp tingling.
The extreme sense of danger instinctively told him... This dense mass of endless blade light, denser even than a torrential downpour, any single strike, as long as it grazed him slightly, would result in his immediate death, with absolutely no chance of resistance.
"Lu Shenliu..." he murmured softly.
How powerful is a top Martial Artist who is about to receive an Eternal Title, and has leaped through the Dragon Gate at least three times?
The endless massive blade light spread out, about to reach the ground, yet Xue Jing sat still on the edge of the high platform, not moving an inch.
The next moment.
"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh—!!"
An equally infinite number of massive spear shadows appeared from the horizon, not one more or one less, precisely colliding with each blade light, cancelling each other out into nothingness.
