The void trembled.
Even the two battling high in the distant sky could feel the tremors of the void and catch a glimpse of the resplendent sword light.
With a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, Ximen Piaoxue still smiled.
"Sect Leader Zhou, it seems luck isn't on your side!"
The two had exchanged thousands of moves here, yet remained evenly matched, both bearing some wounds, though none were fatal.
However, in all seriousness, Zhou Dongfei was still slightly superior. The strength of this Profound Moon Sword Sect leader was far greater than imagined.
But the aura of the distant battle inevitably threw Zhou Dongfei's heart into disarray.
Though he himself would not lose, once the situation at the Profound Moon Sword Sect collapsed, what meaning would there be if he won this battle?
"Is it?"
Raising an eyebrow slightly, Zhou Dongfei's expression bore a hint of coldness as he indifferently said, "Contrarily, it seems the opposite to me!"
