One mind for two tasks, seamless like wind and rain.
Caught off guard, Duan Xiyang was instantly forced into a crushing disadvantage.
He couldn't even take thirty percent of the offensive, left with nothing but bitter, dogged defense.
His face flushed scarlet in an instant, but even if it killed him... he could not mention Second Grade!
That was his last fig leaf.
Duan Xiyang wielded his Sword with Divine Transformation mastery, blades of light whistling through the air. Front, back, left, right, up, down—wind and rain, without a single leak.
But he was only using First Grade Venerable cultivation, and he still couldn't overcome the sheer momentum and heavy force of Fang Che.
Fang Che's sword in his left, Sword in his right, locked the situation down tight; the trend of victory was already set!
Yan Nan and the others stopped laughing.
From their standpoint, the more promising Yemo was, the more potential he had, the better.
