Simple, yet deadly.
"A fine strike."
Lu Xuanzhou let out a soft cry, finally shedding the last of his contempt. With a thought, the Cyan River Treasure Sword at his waist emitted a clear, ringing hum and leaped into his hand.
A flash of Sword Light, like a cyan rainbow piercing the sun, struck the side of the Cold-Intimidating Blade with pinpoint precision.
CLANG—!
The sharp, ear-piercing clang of metal on metal echoed across the field as sparks flew.
Chen Sheng had poured all his strength and Evil Qi into that one strike, yet Lu Xuanzhou had met it with a deceptively light tap of his sword, striking a vital point and causing its immense momentum to falter.
But the tremendous rebound from the blade sent a numbing shock through Lu Xuanzhou's wrist. He drifted back several dozen feet, unable to stop himself, before he finally dissipated the chilling, domineering Force.
"It seems I've underestimated you."
Lu Xuanzhou steadied himself, the gravity in his eyes deepening.
