"Rumble—!"
Suddenly, a deafening explosion roared out.
Crisscrossing Sword Intent tore the heavens and earth apart; the void trembled violently, on the verge of collapse.
Li Chen and the black sword once again clashed head-on, force against force.
At the instant of impact, the two of them crossed and blasted backwards at the exact same time.
Li Chen was blown back dozens of zhang. Before he could stabilize his footing, a blurred afterimage traced a strange arc, rapidly closing in on him.
Noticing this, Li Chen's brows couldn't help but knit slightly.
It looked like this black sword planned to rely on his superior cultivation to crush him by force.
With that thought, his gaze flickered—he decided to play along and turn the tables.
Li Chen raised his head and glanced at the black sword. Seeing that the man's Sword Intent had already pressed close, he deliberately feigned panic and hurriedly retreated several hundred zhang.
"Swoosh!"
