SWISH! The fearsome Sword Qi sent out ripples, like waves spreading across water.
BOOM! A ferocious palm strike descended with the force of Thunderous Might.
The initial ripples were instantly overwhelmed by even more terrifying ones. Under this powerful assault, the energy Xiu Mu had unleashed was immediately diluted.
"Sword," Chen Zheng's voice rumbled, deep and ancient.
With a gentle wave of his hand, a jet-black streak of Sword Qi flew back to him, transforming into a longsword that shimmered with a mysterious light. His movements were elegant yet decisive. As he pointed the sword's tip forward, a powerful force was instantly unleashed.
SWISH! The air tore like fabric, ripping a fissure through the miasma.
