Bab 882: Moon Hare Art: Lunar's Supremacy

The Seraphim Cultivator's had his throat choked by his own words. His eyes trembled as he saw the fissure that spans over a thousand kilometers away. His hands tremored as his heart crashed against his ribs furiously. His thoughts jumbled over the fact that he had to dodge an incoming attack that he couldn't see at all. 

( What was that?! I can't see it coming at all, was that really a sword intent? No, that's impossible! Even the mastery of the way of the sword won't be able to produce such a godlike slice! Wait a minute, is this his friend? The very same person that kept attacking me from a distance, from outsi..de... outside?! How can I overlook this? I'm in a domain, that guy is trying to break through from the start!! And now he is inside! He forced himself into my domain! ) thought the Seraphim Cultivator before he stood up with gritted teeth.

"You don't look so good," commented Lyon with a smile, "What's wrong, did that surprise you?"