Just as Liu Ming was staring down the grey-robed man, a loud explosion erupted nearby, and a dazzling golden light appeared, followed by a series of muffled sounds from within.
The golden light receded, and a figure in black stumbled and flew backward, appearing several dozens of meters away before barely regaining its posture—it was Qing Ling.
The golden blade released by the grey-robed man was now broken into two pieces on the ground, and Qing Ling's left arm had disappeared without a trace.
"You've got some skills; no wonder you've managed to get here," the grey-robed man remarked casually after glancing at Liu Ming and Qing Ling.
As he spoke, two gigantic swords, one red and one black, transformed into streams of light and returned to hover in front of him once more.
Meanwhile, grey light surged around him, seemingly preparing for the next wave of attacks.
