With a light tap of his left foot in the void, invisible ripples seemed to spread out beneath it. The instant they expanded, Li Wen's figure drifted like a willow catkin in the wind, shifting aside by a hair's breadth. The movement was minimal to the extreme, yet he masterfully dodged the very heart of the claw's shadow.
As the Roaring Fierce Tiger Demon's sure-kill strike met empty air, an opening instantly appeared in his lunging form.
Simultaneously, Li Wen's right hand moved.
He didn't raise the silver long saber high, merely thrusting it casually upward and to the side.
The blade didn't slash down. Instead, like a nimble snake, it moved with extreme precision to lightly tap the very tip of the devastating Universe-Sundering Golden Gang descending from above.
TING!
It was the crisp sound of metal striking metal.
