Zhu Gaoyang reached out his hand, and the young man flying in the air pressed off it as he dashed toward the Fengshui Envoy.
Meanwhile, Zhu Gaoyang glided back, the Jade Tiger Sword in his hand singing aloud, as he faced Yang Juhu's heavy spear head-on for the first time.
He was slightly lacking in power during the clash, but in the next moment, he climbed up the eight-foot spear shaft like an ape scaling a tree, raising his sword to cut at Yang Juhu's throat.
Yang Juhu roared in anger, his spear recoiling like a serpent, while his left hand slammed into the sword blade.
Their eyes crossed paths, yet Yang Juhu didn't feel the power of that sword; Zhu Gaoyang's longsword tilted, slashing open a bloody mark on his shoulder, before that blade truly struck after passing his body.
From above to below, the tilted sword landed in empty space, its track was straight, neither too long nor too short, simple like a pearl, radiant like a piece of jade.
