Suddenly, the Swimming Dragon Sword belted out a dragon chant, a dazzling golden light pulsated, creating an unstoppable radiant aura that shot towards the shadowy figure.
Hmph!
In the void, a disdainful snort echoed. Zhang Kuang, his arm shrouded in black fog, slowly lifted with his bloody hand that strangely caught the fatal flying sword.
The Swimming Dragon Sword struggled furiously yet was unable to escape the mighty force.
Next, surges of black mist explosively erupted from Zhang Kuang's body, raising waves of ripples as it roared towards Xiao Qiang.
Where the black fog passed, plants withered, stones shattered, and even the firm roads were left with uneven black spots.
Xiao Qiang roared, and a broadsword appeared in his right hand once more.
The Gate Sword, one of the Big Dipper Swords!
A slash of the sword brings forth a burgeoning light and sharply pierces the black fog. The black mist was shattered and a fearful and shocked face fell out.
Impossible!