Watching the hundreds of claws flying toward Zhou Fan like sharp swords, Wang Tianshuang's heart leaped into his throat. He didn't dare to even blink, his eyes locked on Zhou Fan in midair.
With every swing of Zhou Fan's longsword, another stream of fiery red Sword Qi materialized around him. From below, it looked as if Zhou Fan were dancing, the wisps of Sword Qi converging and moving with his blade like captivating ribbons.
It was a mesmerizing sight.
CLANG! The first claw struck the swirling Sword Qi around Zhou Fan and was instantly knocked away, falling to the ground.
CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!
A series of crisp ringing sounds followed as claw after claw, sharp as swords, relentlessly crashed against Zhou Fan's swirling Sword Qi. But not a single one could penetrate his defense; they were all deflected, clattering onto the ground.
Seeing this, Wang Tianshuang couldn't help but feel a surge of joy for Zhou Fan.
