The two were like swallows in a drizzle, crisscrossing mid-air, leaving behind lingering shadows.
One blade retracted.
Another blade unleashed.
As the boundless net of sword energy vanished, a brilliant blade glow suddenly appeared before Deng Yuanhua's eyes.
He hadn't even had time to feel a trace of joy.
His wrist flicked lightly, conjuring thirteen sword shadows while his figure swiftly retreated backward, pulling forth multiple afterimages.
No sooner had he leapt into the air than his longsword lightly trembled, shattering into countless pieces flying back at him.
Faster than those fragments was the brilliant blade light that had already swept across his waist, cleaving through the air with a booming, thunderous roar.
"You..."
Deng Yuanhua's tender face, childlike in appearance, twisted and gradually turned to despair.
In his eyes was sheer disbelief.
He looked down.
