"Impressive!"
"I'm afraid Shi Zhong might not withstand this sword."
On the peaks' grandstand, a burst of exclamations erupted, and many were awed by Liu Changfeng's successive sword moves.
This move, Purple Cloud Sky, came with great momentum, covering a vast range. Given how it appeared so suddenly, Shi Zhong might find it hard to dodge, and once unable to evade, he would inevitably be caught within an endless onslaught of sword qi. At that moment, any faltering would lead to defeat.
For a time, many believed Shi Zhong's defeat was certain.
"I hope you can block this saber of mine."
Unexpectedly, faced with the relentlessly surging sword qi vortex, Shi Zhong didn't dodge. Instead, he held his saber with both hands, glaring blue light erupting skyward from his body, tinting the air and manifesting mountain shadows.
"Shi Zhong has won."
Luo Feng's eyes flickered, a thought arising within him that differed from most others.
