The longer Tu Bai fought, the more alarmed he became. It was the first time in his life he had ever met someone who could suppress him in a direct exchange of techniques. Not even when sparring with his own master had he ever been in a situation like this.
His body suddenly spun, the giant saber circling him once. Howling Primordial Qi vibrated ceaselessly as the massive blade, fueled by his tyrannical aura, reached its apex.
BANG!
Wen Qingye's hair whipped about in the gale, but his body remained as still as a statue. The sword in his hand seemed to become impossibly heavy, blocking the descending saber like a colossal mountain.
However, the immense force sent him crashing through a wall amid a shower of flying debris, and he staggered to regain his footing.
Tu Bai's expression changed as well. He retreated several steps, panting heavily. But then, the saber in his hand began to dance, the heavy blade seeming to spit out countless saber auras in an instant.
