Half an hour later, the Floating Immortal Sword felt more natural in Fang Chen's hand with every stroke. It seemed weightless, as responsive as his own limbs. He wielded it freely, and the old man's staff could no longer touch him.
"Carrying the Heavy as if Light?"
The old man's eyes narrowed at Fang Chen's display. Black flames sprang up around him, and his aura surged again. His movements turned swift and fierce, suppressing Fang Chen once more. His staff kept opening wounds across Fang Chen's body, until Fang Chen's clothes were soaked red with blood.
But Fang Chen grew fiercer the longer he fought. More and more trajectories appeared deep in his mind, flashing past in rapid succession.
At last, every trajectory merged into a plain, unadorned sword.
At that moment, Fang Chen swung the Floating Immortal Sword with all his might.
Hum!
The blade trembled softly as it struck the old man's staff.
Clang!
The staff flew from the old man's hand. The Floating Immortal Sword swept onward and struck his neck.
Hiss!
The old man's head flew high into the air. Then both his head and body dissolved into clouds of black mist and vanished.
The staff disappeared from Fang Chen's sight, and he instantly slipped out of that mysterious state.
"Why did it vanish?"
Fang Chen froze. He had been enjoying the fight, and the staff's sudden disappearance left him deeply dissatisfied.
Crack!
Countless cracks spread across the red substance coating the Floating Immortal Sword, and pieces began falling from the blade.
Hummm...
The Floating Immortal Sword shook violently. A vast torrent of scorching energy rushed from it into Fang Chen's body, making him shudder. There was far too much of it. He immediately activated the Floating Immortal Art and frantically refined the Spiritual Power within