"Boom," the energy light beam dissipated, and the massive explosion echoed in all directions.
But the arena was empty; Chu Ming and Xu Huan had both vanished.
"Chu Ming, now it's your turn to take my sword," Xu Huan's figure emerged in the sky, gripping a massive black sword with both hands, raising it over his shoulder. He then twisted his waist to generate force, channeling it through his arm muscles, finally imbuing it into his palms explosively.
Whoosh!
A black crescent moon suddenly appeared, an incredibly terrifying black sword wave radiating out in a 180-degree fan shape, its speed surpassing most people's sensory perception.
Facing this astonishing sword, Chu Ming drew his Star Trace Sword with his left hand and, without adjusting his grip, directly slashed upward.
Hum!
Dominant red light centered at a point, then twisted and grew, instantly surpassing the concentration the air could permit, slashing at Xu Huan with a sharp, unexpected trajectory.
"Red Lotus Rain!"
