True Form

"Yes, it's me!"

Fan Lang shouted and continued exerting force, intent on sealing even more Dao Seals into Shui Linglong's body.

After that brief moment of shock, Shui Linglong had already reacted. She unleashed her full strength and desperately resisted Fan Lang's earth-shattering sword.

Fan Lang charged forward while Shui Linglong retreated. The Dragon Scale Sword met resistance and could no longer advance an inch.

One advanced and one retreated, until they reached the boundary of this space.

Within Empty Seclusion Valley, only the entrance and exit were safe. All other areas were Space Turbulence; once touched, it would cause injury and could even grind someone to pieces alive.

Shui Linglong had no choice but to halt her momentum. She fiercely kicked backward, and two Dao Seals appeared beneath each foot. She forcibly stopped herself. Another step back would have sent her into the Space Turbulence.

To the naked eye, Space Turbulence looked like a vast expanse of white mist, harmless on the surface but incomparably dangerous in truth.

Shui Linglong grabbed Fan Lang's blade with one hand and drew the "Divine Weapon" from her back with the other, slashing out a cold gleam as she turned defense into offense.

Fan Lang drew back the Dragon Scale Sword and released a Dao Seal with a reinforcing effect, making the sword even sturdier. Then he swung it into a collision with his enemy's blade.

Their swords were different: one swept forth flowing water, while the other stirred dragonfire.

The twin swords clashed. Water and fire were incompatible, triggering a heaven-shaking collision as violent waves swept through the entire space.

A Mystic God's desperate counterattack was no trivial matter. Fan Lang was forced back by a single slash, his feet carving two long void trails as he retreated all the way to