Flowing Cloud Sword Saint

"That sword momentum is incredibly strong. Is he really someone from a Low-level World?"

Meng Qing stared at the figure that had appeared, shock surging through his heart.

With just one sword strike, the man had shattered his sword shield. That was Meng Qing's ultimate defensive move; the opponent had to be at least thirty percent stronger than him to accomplish that.

"Damn it! Do you really think I'm afraid of you?!"

At that moment, he felt himself enveloped by an overwhelming sword momentum. His opponent flashed over in an instant and struck at him again.

Sword Shadow Splitting the Sky!

He pointed with his sword fingers, and his flying sword transformed into a sword shadow that tore through space as it shot straight toward the white figure.

Cloud Collapse!

With a deep shout, sword light scattered like collapsing clouds. The sword shadow exploded, and a fierce storm of Sword Qi surged forth.

Buzz! The flying sword shot backward from the energy blast and arrived before Meng Qing in an instant.

Meng Qing was sent flying back another hundred meters, the violent impact shaking his Primordial Spirit.

"How is that possible?"

"This is bad. This man is far stronger than me—at the very least, he's in the mid-stage Transcendent Realm!"

Meng Qing had not expected his flying sword to be blasted away again. Before, he had assumed the other man had caught him off guard, that he had not used his full strength and had thus been forced back. But with this strike, he understood that his opponent was far stronger than him.

Cloud Silence!

A cold shout resounded through heaven and earth. Sharp sword light tore through the world as it twisted toward him to kill him, and even the void seemed to fall silent beneath that sword light.