"Hurt you?"
"I'm going to kill you!"
"Thunder Sword!"
Chu Qingyun also unleashed a strike, his blade meeting Lord Feng's.
The dazzling golden longsword clashed with the one wreathed in thunder. A brilliant gold light spilled out as lightning surged, and the powers imbued in the two blades began a violent struggle, grinding against each other.
After a brief stalemate, the golden light proved no match for the thunder and was completely worn away. The golden Martial Soul Long Sword dimmed in response.
Yet, at that moment, Lord Feng suddenly laughed. "Brat, you're dead!"
The words had barely left his lips when Chu Qingyun felt his body tighten. He glanced down to see that, at some point, five tentacles had sprouted from each of Lord Feng's legs, binding his own legs and waist!
'A Control-type Soul, is it? Don't forget, I have one too.'
