Lang Fan Yun brandished his sword radiance fiercely, attacking with the momentum of heaven and earth, causing vast torrents of rain to envelop and explosively assault Jiang Dali's entire body.
Jiang Dali roared mightily, his voice thundering like a bolt from the blue, shaking doors and windows, walls, bricks, and tiles... All emitted terrifying trembles, as if suddenly leaping from the ground into the air.
With a strike of his palms, it was as if two great mountains crashed together with a thunderous boom, compressing the air until it burst in a sharp wave, like a saber qi exploding in an oblique cross-section, fiercely tearing through the curtain of rain and sword light, even leaving a wound on Lang Fan Yun's body.
The figures of the three combatants flitted back and forth.
Sword cries resounded like dragon roars, collisions like thunderclaps.
