With a blade in hand, Xiang Yang seemed to hold the entire world. His aura surged, making him seem both god and demon.
The instant he chopped downward, his astonishing mastery of the blade erupted. The Que Xie Blade's body instantly split into countless flashing blade lights, stabbing at the tear glands until people could not help but shut their eyes.
Facing this strike, Mo Fengnian too could see nothing. As he closed his eyes, his ears twitched faintly, using sound to discern positions. The Pine Pattern Iron Sword flashed like lightning, and the Cicada Sound Sword struck at precisely the right moment.
A cicada's cry suddenly rose. As the sword tip trembled at high speed, sword qi filled the sky and fell like a rain of needles, colliding with Xiang Yang's descending blade lights in an unending chorus like rain striking banana leaves and pearls falling upon a jade plate.
Though one or two scattered blade qi strikes occasionally landed on Mo Fengnian, protected by his true qi, he suffered only minor injuries. It was nothing serious.
To Mo Fengnian's left and right stood Liao Qihui and Zhan Fei. After Xiang Yang made the first move, Liao Qihui formed a fist seal. As he circulated his qi, his fist swelled to twice its size, its force greatly enhanced, fierce blood qi coiling around it as he punched toward Xiang Yang.
As he threw the punch, his chest expanded, his lungs erupting like molten lava. His roar was thunderous; the roar bolstered the fist's might, and the fist magnified the roar's momentum. In a daze, Liao Qihui seemed to transform into an ancient demonic god with an unparalleled physique and inexhaustible true qi, tearing apart the starry sky, crushing the earth beneath his feet, and charging forward with a roar.