"Purifying Lotus!"
Fang Buping watched the tree-lined clearing as Zhou Ping'an wielded his sword, seeming to absorb all the cold moonlight before him into a fierce sword Qi that left him gasping in surprise.
He not only knew what this sword light, which seemed to split the void and turn into a black mark, was all about.
He was even more acutely aware of the tremendous power the body that was roughly three meters tall could unleash.
What was most despairing was that he had already recognized who had suddenly blocked his way and launched an attack against him.
Previously, near the Guangji Institute at the western part of Qingyang City, Zhou Ping'an had not used the "Purifying Lotus Body," relying solely on his own sword technique and the strength of his True Qi. His power was already difficult to control, and his killing method was startling.
Now, building upon that foundation and erupting with tenfold strength, such an attack was unimaginably powerful.
"Start..."
