"Boom..."
A loud collision sound echoed through the skies, an extremely fierce aura spreading wildly.
The fierce Gang Wind appeared from the void, causing everyone nearby to wince in pain.
With that single strike, the Flying Sword stood firm in the void, its momentum undiminished; meanwhile, the Flying Saber Artifact was suddenly forced to retreat.
Lu Qingyang felt a huge wave of Mana transferred from his own artifact, causing his chest to feel stuffy.
He then looked at Lu Li in shock.
In this strike, he had actually been at a clear disadvantage. Although he hadn't used his full strength, the outcome was completely unexpected.
He, Lu Qingyang, one of the ten True Disciples of the Heavenly Demon Sect, had actually lost face in this secluded corner, anger stacking up inside him to its limits.
How could he face the other True Disciples if he didn't kill this man today!