The air currents in the space around him surged as the majestic Fist Strength descended, like an enraged storm sweeping down. Ling Chen, immersed within it, remained outwardly placid, but his hand, wielding the Heavenly Mansion Sword, moved without the slightest hesitation. In an instant, he unleashed dozens of slashes. With each swing, a three-meter-long, thick beam of sword qi shot out. The sword qi was sharp and formless, seeming to tear apart the raging winds before him.
SWISH! SWISH! SWISH!
Beams of sword qi shot skyward one after another, cleanly cleaving through the force of the kicks; their sharp aura was unstoppable.
"Storm Continuous Bomb!"
Murong Ye's expression changed drastically. His True Qi surged, and the power of his fists intensified. Wave after wave of Air Energy slammed into the martial arts platform, causing it to crack and shatter, sending dust billowing everywhere.
