"Die!"
Qin Hui's tone was icy. Before the word was even out, his long sword was already in motion.
SWISH!
His body moved like a startled swan goose as his long sword pierced the Void, aiming straight for Ling Fei.
The thrust was like a white rainbow piercing the sun, its momentum overwhelming.
It was so fast one couldn't even blink. A flash of light from the blade was accompanied by sharp Sword Qi.
An aura locked onto Ling Fei.
This wasn't Sword Momentum, but Innate Momentum.
Ling Fei felt completely locked on by Qin Hui. A mysterious chill ran down his spine; it seemed he had no path of retreat, only the option to fight.
Because if he retreated, his opponent would surely deliver a thunderous strike.
It would be a fatal blow.
"Then let me witness this Innate Might!" Ling Fei's gaze hardened. He didn't retreat. Instead, he held his long sword and gathered his Sword Momentum.
