Lee Lie's saber was like the midday sun—brilliant and overwhelmingly domineering. But when Zhaang Ye unleashed his Saber Technique, everyone felt their vision dim, as if Lee Lie's dazzling technique had been blotted out by a dark cloud.
SWISH!
Zhaang Ye's saber slashed through the air, heading straight for Lee Lie.
The domineering aspect of the Sword Force was like a massive Tornado, suddenly bearing down on a tiny ant. Its ferocity was like a thunderbolt from the heavens, striking in an instant and leaving no room for resistance or evasion.
Strangely, while being immensely domineering and fierce, Zhaang Ye's strike also held a trace of nimbleness. The jet-black Heavy Saber, in Zhaang Ye's hands, moved like a vigorous dragon, ready to transform at any moment.
"Such a domineering Saber Technique!" Luo Yongsheng and Zhou Yuhe River shot to their feet.
"Such a marvelous Saber Technique!" Zhaang Yijian's hand tightened on his sword, his eyes glinting sharply.
