Li Yuankang felt an intense pain that struck at his heart, forcing himself to endure the discomfort as he let out a painful roar and scraped his foot against the ground.
His figure rapidly retreated more than ten yards.
It seemed that his mastery of the Buddha Sect stepping technique was quite good, at least much more exquisite than his fist technique and weapons...
As fast as he retreated, Zhou Ping'an pursued even faster.
With a sword in hand, Zhou Ping'an lunged forward as if merging with the moonlight, a hazy sword shadow slashing swiftly ahead.
The sword light was barely visible at first, but as it reached Li Yuankang's neck, a bright and intense light suddenly flared from the blade.
After achieving great mastery in the Ninth Turning of Wave Subduing, his sword technique had become even more intricate.
The sword seemed soft and ethereal when swung, impossible to predict where it would fall, but when it struck, it was with the power of the ninth level strength.
