"Chu Qingyun, I have to say, your control over your Martial Soul is the strongest I have ever seen. Bar none!"
"But that alone isn't enough to defeat me!"
Chen Qingyao retreated to the edge of the battle stage, watching the writhing Flame Vines in front of Chu Qingyun with considerable apprehension.
Chu Qingyun's control over his Martial Soul made him feel an unwilling sense of admiration.
"If you have any other moves, bring them on."
Chu Qingyun's voice came from behind the vines.
"Fine. Then try and take this strike!"
Chen Qingyao gripped his saber with both hands, raising it high above his head.
The surrounding Heaven and Earth Primordial Power was instantly and violently disturbed, swirling around Chen Qingyao like a funnel and converging madly upon him.
"Nu Lan Saber!"
Chen Qingyao shouted, and his long saber suddenly erupted with a blinding, azure blade aura.
