He was fast, but Meng Zheng was even faster.
Before Yuwen Sicheng's Meteor shower of sword intent could be unleashed, a sharp and unparalleled blade light had already pierced through the sky. Like a bolt of lightning piercing through the night, it was so bright that it was painful to look at.
Compared to Yuwen Sicheng's complicated sword intent of turning meteors into rain, this blade was so simple, so direct, carrying with it a sense of absolute determination that it would either succeed or die for good.
"Demon, you're a demon!" Only then did Yuwen Sicheng realize that the other party wasn't from the Ling clan. Only a demon could display such a wild and unbridled blade technique.