Lu Yunsheng held out his sword, his True Qi swiftly forming layers of an invisible barrier around his body, his figure vanished in a blink, reappearing twenty feet away.
He decisively halted his sword mid-strike, even though the feedback from it was as potent as it could shatter anything in its path.
For even if he were to fully execute this strike, it wouldn't be enough to kill his enemy. Nonetheless, he believed the wounds he left behind were sufficient to seal the victory. At this point, evading his enemy's lethal blow during the execution of his signature move represented a more valuable victory.
To restrain one's greed in the face of imminent victory sometimes requires more resolve than aggressively pushing forward.
However, as he fell back past Meng Chuyuan, his movement suddenly met resistance.
Lu Yunsheng looked back in surprise. He knew that Meng Chuyuan probably hadn't died yet, but he certainly didn't expect him to still have this amount of strength left.