Before the claw wind arrived, a pressure so dense it seemed tangible had already rushed head-on.
Chen Qing reacted with lightning speed. He stomped hard, shooting backward and to the side like an arrow loosed from its bowstring.
Xu Min was almost of one mind with him. The instant he cried out, she tapped her toes lightly against the ground and drifted back several zhang like willow fluff in the wind, narrowly brushing past the enormous shadow descending over them.
At the very center of the claw strike, Hua Yunfeng showed no change in expression as he faced a blow capable of splitting mountains and shattering boulders.
His hunched body seemed to straighten slightly in an instant. The ancient-looking longsword in his hand gave a hum, as though waking from slumber.
"Hummm—!"
No dazzling radiance burst from the blade. Only a layer of pale cyan Sword Qi, condensed to the utmost limit, flickered across it.
Hua Yunfeng turned his wrist and simply swept his sword diagonally upward, meeting the massive flood dragon claw crashing down upon him.
There was no grand momentum behind this sword strike, yet it was faster than the limits of the eye's perception. Its trajectory was profound and mysterious, as though it matched some rhythm of heaven and earth.
"Clang—!!!!!"
The sword tip collided head-on with the flood dragon claw covered in pitch-black scales!
The anticipated sharp ring of metal clashing against metal did not continue. In its place came an incomparably muffled roar!
The sound condensed into tangible sound waves, visibly spreading in rings of gray-white ripples. Wherever they passed, the dense poisonous miasma was violently forced aside, opening up a far wider field of vision.
Though Chen Qing had already retreated dozens of zhang, he was still struck by the terrifying aftershock of the