"Have another taste of my blade!"
Wen Jing had barely finished hearing the cry when he saw the purple streaks of lightning filling up the skies above and the dangerous gleam of his foe's aura brushing by. The staggering and indomitable presence of his enemy had reached him before he could even react. He heard the angry crackles of electricity and felt the aura of his strokes graze his skin.
"Boom!"
The purple saber radiance fell with Meng Qi's unparalleled momentum. It fell with terrible majesty upon Wen Jing.
"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!"
