A silver light flared like a bolt of lightning as a slender figure materialized in front of Hong Yu.
At the same time, Hong Tiande's strike, which seemed powerful enough to cleave heaven and earth, came crashing down, landing squarely on the silver figure.
BOOM!
A deafening explosion erupted.
The strike from the long saber, weighing well over ten thousand pounds, unleashed an incredibly powerful shockwave. It kicked up a howling gale that sent the silver figure flying as the sharp edge of the blade shattered on impact.
Somehow, the impossibly close call had been averted!
"What the hell was that?" Hong Tiande's expression darkened.
Even though his strike had sent the silver figure flying, a powerful recoil had traveled up the long saber, making his hand go numb.
He frowned, his eyes fixed on the figure.
What he saw left him utterly stunned. His expression became a complex mix of disbelief, shock, confusion, and even a trace of inexplicable horror.
"H-How can it be you?"
