This halberd locked onto Ling Chen, suppressing him with an overwhelmingly domineering pressure. The immense force crushed the stone slab beneath Ling Chen into smithereens.
Concentrating all his attention, Ling Chen tapped his foot and, instead of retreating, advanced. His entire body spun in mid-air, his Sword Light transforming into something akin to a Vajra drill, piercing through rapidly.
CRACK! CRACK!
The damaged platform beneath them split in two; one half was filled with lingering sword qi, the other with scattered black light.
Almost simultaneously, both were sent flying backward, causing all eyes to fix on them intently.
Judging by their appearances, could it be that both were injured?
Xiahou Lin spat out a mouthful of fresh blood and was thrown back over a hundred meters, finally landing heavily on the marble floor.
