Once martial artists fell into a disadvantage during a clash, it was often extremely difficult to turn the situation around, especially when their strengths were roughly equal.
But Maha was, after all, the First Dao Child of the Saint Race. His methods emerged one after another, and he could always think of a way to respond at the most critical moment.
His senses were extraordinarily keen. He immediately detected what was special about the ice-blue flames and knew he could not meet them head-on, so his body suddenly sank downward!
The two passed each other in midair, but Luo Zheng's slap struck nothing.
As Maha descended, a flash of crimson light flickered beside him, and Mo Dao appeared in his hand. A sinister smile immediately spread across his face!
"Light Wheel Sever!"
Circular blades of light spread around Maha at an unbelievable speed. Under their frenzied cuts, the surrounding airflow became a complete mess. From a distance, it sounded as though a beginner were playing a flute, producing waves of ear-piercing hissing.
As the circular blades of light spread, they completely covered the area within a hundred zhang of Maha. This region became a dead zone—even the tiniest mosquito would have been unable to find the slightest gap!
Luo Zheng was directly above Maha, where the blades of light were densest.
His reactions were in no way inferior to Maha's. The instant Maha drew Mo Dao, Great Thousand Heavy Sword was already firmly in Luo Zheng's hands!
Maha's Mo Dao was exceptionally nimble, like a tiny venomous snake capable of launching countless attacks at its opponent from any angle, with every move aimed at killing.
Luo Zheng's Great Thousand Heavy Sword, meanwhile, was like a giant dragon lurking in an abyss. The sword was tremendously heavy, and once unleashed, it