The battle had only been raging for a little over a hundred breaths, but amidst the seemingly fierce exchange, Lu Maozhi had already fallen into a disadvantage. He was defending more than attacking, his Sword Stance suppressed until it grew sluggish.
'No!'
'I absolutely cannot lose!'
'Not with everyone watching... with Wang Zilan right down there!'
Intense humiliation and resentment burned away Lu Maozhi's reason like a poisonous fire. He immediately bit the tip of his tongue and spat out a mouthful of essence blood, spraying it all over the Cyan Light Sword.
"Essence blood as my guide, let the cyan blade become a dragon!"
"Go!"
VMMMM—!
The Cyan Light Treasure Sword instantly let out a high, piercing cry. The cyan light on its body flared, faintly transforming into a draconic phantom. It violently broke free of Lu Maozhi's control and shot toward Chen Sheng's heart like a bolt of cyan lightning, its speed and power several times greater than before.
