"Too slow!"
Zhou Xiong smiled faintly.
Boom!
A saber strike, thunderous in momentum, slammed hard against Zhou Xiong's shoulder, sending sparks flying.
Xu Yang's eyes were wide with shock; he couldn't even catch in the corner of his eye when Zhou Xiong had moved, and the man actually dodged such a direct blow.
Even more astonishing, the saber had struck his shoulder yet didn't leave the slightest mark; just from the rebound force alone, Xu Yang's tiger mouth ruptured, blood streaming down.
Hiss!
Xu Yang sucked in a breath of cold air and hastily retreated explosively.
Zhou Xiong casually raised his sleeve with an effortless motion.
His speed was lightning-quick; his curved palm tapped the Asura Blood Saber.
Clang!
Xu Yang felt as if a mountain were collapsing or the seas erupting—a titanic force exploded upon him, leaving him unable to resist as he was sent flying in humiliation.
"Such terrifying power."
