This blade strike, with tremendous force and power, was immense and all-encompassing. Leaning back, Ling Chen used his sword to parry the blade's aura. His sword edge then slid beneath it, invisibly dispelling the force of the strike. After blocking the blade's aura, Ling Chen immediately counterattacked.
"White Dragon Passing the Gap!"
The sword emerged like a dragon, an illusion, dragging behind it sword qi resembling a dragon's tail as it suddenly pierced outwards. The sword move clashed intensely with Kong Yuan's black knife. A violent sound echoed for a long time between the mountains.
Both of them retreated almost simultaneously. Ling Chen took several steps back, the stones beneath his feet shattering and chunks of debris rolling down the cliff into the treacherous abyss. This retreat had forced him to the very edge of the cliff.
