When Wu Zhangkong lifted his blade and pointed it to the ground, it was done in a gentle and free motion, without a trace of forcefulness behind it.. In that situation, Tang Wulin hadn’t been able to clearly see what happened next.
Yet, when Wu Zhangkong’s Skyfrost Sword touched Guang Biao’s fist, he could clearly hear a sorrowful dragon’s roar echo within his mind. Moreover, this dragon’s roar reverberated continuously. As one scale flew off that fist, one after another, that pained dragon’s roar caused his mind to tremble. He felt as though Wu Zhangkong’s attack had actually been targeting himself. In fact, after the scales flew off, he could even feel the chilling sword qi that had entered Guang Biao’s body, and the suffering it caused to his martial soul.