Luo Feng gave a cold smirk. The sound of wind and thunder resounded in his Dantian, electric arcs radiating and cruising around him. A wild wind swept through the forest, and a massive saber shadow emerged in the void behind him.
"Slash!"
The Tiger Soul Saber swung through the air. Empowered by the Grand Momentum, the blade's radiance was overwhelmingly stunning. It easily cut through the layers of palm force, its power undiminished, and fiercely slashed onto the mountain-like phantom emanating from Yi Zhong.
CLANG!
The blade radiance collided with the treacherous phantom peaks, producing a metallic clang. The phantom peaks withstood the impact for a moment before shattering explosively. The vicious blade passed through unimpeded, leaving a terrifying gash nearly a hundred feet long in the terrain behind Yi Zhong.
Yi Zhong remained standing, his eyes locked fixedly on Luo Feng, his palms maintaining their attack posture. A thin line of blood seeped from a mark on his forehead.
