Bang!
With an explosive blast, the air currents scattered.
That famed sword, solid as a rock, actually bent in a visible arc beneath the lash of the sideways impact...
One millimeter!
Bi Kong seemed frozen in midair, veins bulging across his face.
The searing pain shooting through the top of his foot was nowhere near enough to suppress the madness in his heart.
He put more force into it, intending to send the famed sword flying from its upright position in the void with one vicious strike.
Had that kick struck the blade, Bi Kong's leg would likely have been ruined.
But the hilt...
As long as it could move, there was hope! Even as despair filled everyone's faces, a glimmer of anticipation surfaced in their eyes.
"Could he do it?"
Xu Xiaoshou alone completely relaxed at that moment.
That's all there is to it!
As long as the famed sword was not sent flying outright.
How could this sort of attack that surged in one burst, weakened on the second, and exhausted itself on the third possibly surpass Shouye's sustained eruptions?
"Two!"
He called out leisurely.
Sure enough, Bi Kong had played every trump card he possessed and even exposed his spirit body, yet still failed to gain anything beneath the famed sword.
With the scene deadlocked, Xu Xiaoshou's countdown reached its conclusion.
"One!"
"Game over. Thank you, my friend, for gracing us with your presence."
"Yah—" Bi Kong was utterly unwilling to accept it.
He twisted through the air again, spun around, and launched another kick.
The famed sword bent slightly once more. Taking advantage of the rebound, Bi Kong erupted in an instant and whipped a kick in from the other side.
Bang!
This time, the famed sword bent even farther—by a full...
Two millimeters! "Friend, your