Puff! Puff! Puff! Like many meteors, this strike tore the sky as it flew over, and many metal-colliding noises that sounded like they were from a warzone resonated on the two sides of the blade.
Qian Jin's forehand only lightly held the saber, and his backhand tightly locked onto it.
It felt like in this world, Qian Jin was the ruler of all things.
Everything that Qian Jin had was attached to this saber, and he became one with his weapon. The tsunami-like presence seemed like it was about to extinguish everything before him.
If Linguan Skylan's spear strike was a surging river, then Qian Jin's saber strike was the milky way.
If Linguan Skylan's spear strike was a waterfall that rushed down the mountain, then Qian Jin's saber strike was a river of stars that fell from the universe.
