Fang Xu was equally astonished, yet his face remained cold and stern, his expression grave. Standing with his hands behind his back, he stared at Zhou Xuantong for a long while. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke with a sneer, "Zhou Xuantong, your injuries were clearly so severe. Rumor had it that you could not even get out of bed, yet now you suddenly appear here claiming to be perfectly fine? Why do I find that so hard to believe? Do not think I do not know. You are most likely forcing yourself to hold on."
Zhou Xuantong stood suspended in the air with his hands behind his back. His moon-white robe fluttered softly in the breeze, his eyes deep and his expression calm, while a composed, confident smile curved at his lips. "Whether I am forcing myself or not, you will know once you try."
"Very good! You have guts. Then let me test your mettle!"
Before his words had even faded, Fang Xu shot forward. His foot shattered the void beneath him as spiritual power surged violently around his body.
His five right fingers curled into a claw, sharp spiritual power gathering at the tips as he viciously tore toward Zhou Xuantong's throat!
That claw strike was fierce and ruthless, ripping through the void!
Zhou Xuantong stood impassively in the air. Facing Fang Xu's incoming claw, his expression remained calm, and he did not even shift his feet.
He merely slowly raised his right hand, pressed his index and middle fingers together, and lightly tapped toward Fang Xu's claw.
Clang—!!
The instant fingertip met claw tip, a crisp metallic crash exploded.
Two powerful currents of spiritual power collided madly, while rings of violent shockwaves swept in every direction, flinging shattered stones from the ground into the