Bell and Sword Clashed—A Knife-Edge Between Life and Death
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The golden bell, wrapped in scorching waves of air, spun back in reverse, and Zhong Weifeng closed his five fingers around empty air, drawing it into his palm.
The bloodstains on the surface of the Mystic Yellow Bell turned into wisps of blood mist under the steaming Golden Radiance, while the sound of ten thousand beasts stampeding from within the belly of the bell grew clearer, with the cries of dragons and roars of tigers faintly mixed in.
Chen Mu stood with his sword in hand, the drops of blood falling from the tip of the Seven Kill Sword spreading into plum-blossom-shaped stains on the blue brick.
He watched as Zhong Weifeng tied the Mystic Yellow Bell back at his waist, a trace of wariness flashing through his eyes—this ancient bell could serve as both an offensive weapon and a supreme defensive treasure, not to mention the mysteries it held when paired with the Zhong Clan's secret arts.
And now he had actually put it away.
"brother Chen, you had better be careful." Zhong Weifeng suddenly curled his lips, then brought his palms together with a snap.
The hovering scales abruptly exploded under the drive of Soul Power. Azure light filled the sky like a galaxy pouring down, dyeing the entire arena an eerie jade-green.
In an instant, over a thousand scales turned into a surging azure torrent of fish, hurtling toward Chen Mu with the sound of tearing air.
"Interesting! Sword Qi Eternal Radiance!" The instant Chen Mu planted the Seven Kill Sword against the ground, a silver wheel three zhang wide rose behind him.
The silver wheel shot out dense streams of sword qi like torrential rain, colliding with the scales and bursting into