"You've been playing around long enough... it's time for me to move..." Zhou Zhengxiang grinned, though his face was full of smiles, when this expression fell into Zhao Xu's eyes, a chill surged uncontrollably from his heart.
Instinctively, a bad feeling arose in Zhao Xu's mind.
Sure enough, after Zhou Zhengxiang said this, the smile on his face faded instantly, leaving only the pleasure of impending revenge.
"You have the Celestial Throw, and I have the Thousand Cold Stars..."
Zhou Zhengxiang let out a low shout, and the longsword in his hand, akin to a deep abyss, suddenly transformed into a lightning bolt in the clouds, disappearing without a trace, only to become a shower of meteors crashing down toward Zhao Xu.
Pa-pa... crack-crack...
A series of strange sounds echoed as the resilient protective golden light around Zhao Xu suddenly burst into a blazing glow, producing a crackling and sparking sound.
