Clang, clang, clang!
The crisp clash of metal rang out in a dense torrent, like raindrops pelting down.
Every collision erupted in dazzling sparks and ripples of energy.
Huang Yuelan's swordsmanship was nimble and exquisite, like an antelope hanging its horns on a tree branch—leaving no trace to follow.
She always chose the perfect moment and used the least amount of force to dissolve Zhan Wushuang's ferocious attacks.
The Innate Sword Body gave her an understanding of the sword far beyond that of ordinary people.
For a time, the two fought to a deadlock.
Golden and cyan sword light continuously intertwined, collided, and annihilated one another in the void.
Terrifying energy fluctuations flattened the mountains and forests below.
Yang Lingtian, watching from afar, revealed a trace of admiration in his eyes.
This Zhan Wushuang truly is extraordinary.
With an Early Heavenly God cultivation base, he could unleash battle power approaching that of a Late Heavenly God.
Moreover, his combat skills were exceptionally polished. He was clearly someone who had seen countless battles.
The reputation of the Zhan Family had indeed not been earned through empty boasts.
But Huang Yuelan was stronger.
Her Innate Sword Body endowed her with incomparable talent in the sword.
As time passed, the fierce battle had already continued for half an hour.
Zhan Wushuang's attacks remained ferocious, but sweat had begun to glisten faintly on his forehead.
The cultivation power within his body had been depleted greatly.
Most importantly, he had discovered that no matter how violent his attacks became, his opponent could always dissolve them with ease.
That feeling was like punching cotton—he had strength, but nowhere to use it.
Huang Yuelan, by contrast, still breathed steadily, her expression calm.
The cyan sword in her hand moved with graceful agility. Every slash landed with perfect