In the sky.
Daoist Priest Mingzhang blinked and stared carefully at Lu Zheng, unable to react for a moment.
Real Person Qing Song stroked his chin. "That is a treasure of the East Sea Dragon Palace, isn't it?"
"Probably..." Daoist Priest Mingzhang's face remained expressionless, with neither joy nor sorrow in his heart, not the slightest ripple.
Real Person Qing Song smiled at the corners of his mouth and nodded in great satisfaction. "Not bad, not bad. As expected of a disciple of our White Cloud Temple."
Daoist Priest Mingzhang, "..."
On the ground.
Lu Zheng gripped his blade in both hands and swept it sideways. The edge flashed past Night Bone True Lord's face.
Night Bone True Lord leaned back to evade it, then took two steps back and looked at the white bone treasure sword in his hand, its light noticeably dimmer. His heart ached.
"Damn it!"
"Again!"
Lu Zheng swung his long blade, gave a savage grin, and charged in once more.
Night Bone True Lord was speechless. This daoist before him used neither spells nor Talismans, relying only on martial arts and true qi to fight. His martial intent carried wave after wave of dragon might, leaving Night Bone True Lord's limbs sore and weak, barely able to cope.
Are you sure you're a daoist and not a military general stationed in the north of Great Jing?
Seeing Lu Zheng step forward, Night Bone True Lord narrowed his eyes, formed a sword seal, and clashed with Lu Zheng again.
Both Lu Zheng and Night Bone True Lord possessed a thousand years of Dao Comprehension. Once they fought at close range, the power of each blade and sword did not spill outward. They looked as though they were merely ordinary people exchanging blows, yet every strike