The Azure Dragon Prodigy struck first, wielding a weapon as well—a sword. His sword gleamed with blue light, and he and the blade flickered unpredictably, impossible to see clearly. Though it was a soft and flexible sword style, it carried fierce, forceful power.
Fan Lang instinctively sensed danger, feeling threats closing in from every direction. Nowhere seemed safe.
Gritting his teeth, he hurriedly responded. The Origin Evil Dragon Sword in his hand swept outward, drawing in the surrounding constellations. They burst forth with brilliant light and began to move.
The beast-shaped constellations bared their fangs and claws, the artifact-shaped constellations flew and circled, while some constellations representing various elements either blazed fiercely or froze into ice.
Fan Lang's opening move was already so grand and majestic, like a miracle descending from heaven. It sealed off every corner around him, leaving no blind spots. Even several hidden spatial dimensions were forcibly shattered.
The Azure Dragon Prodigy had nowhere to dodge and was forced into view. His face was as calm as still water, unchanged as he altered his sword techniques. At the same time, he wielded the Space Dao, Time Dao, and Fate Dao, merging all three Great Daos into his swordplay. It was truly unfathomable, even allowing him to predict Fan Lang's next reactions to a certain extent and respond in advance.
A streak of blue sword light tore through the heavens full of constellations and slashed down at Fan Lang's head. Fan Lang raised his sword to block, only to hit empty air.
The blue sword light burst forth from another spatial dimension, splitting from one into ten, ten into a hundred, a hundred into a thousand, and a thousand into ten thousand. In an instant, Fan Lang was surrounded, as if ten thousand Azure Dragon Prodigies had attacked