The shadow danced gracefully, as if accompanied by a mournful yet fierce melody, a tragic yet resolute tune playing.
Within Xing Feng's consciousness, it seemed as if a long river appeared before his eyes.
Wherever the river flowed, it seemed poised to directly drown his spiritual soul.
Facing the direct soul attack from Nine Songs · Lord Xiang, Xing Feng did not retreat, but instead smiled faintly.
Then, he swung his knife in mid-air.
At first glance, the knife's momentum did not seem as domineering and majestic as the Xuezhan Mountain and River Style.
But at this moment, the blood-red blade seemingly cut through both illusion and reality.
Blood Nether Style.
With one slash, it severed life and death underworld.
The intangible, formless river, originally existing only within Xing Feng's consciousness, was unexpectedly split open by the blood-red blade on the spot.
The blood blade further advanced upstream, following the soul and intent, counterattacking Yuan Shanji.
