Fang Mo faced Xu Ji's powerful blade force with a calm expression, as if he weren't facing a peak Pre-Heaven Realm expert at all, but merely an ordinary martial artist. Just that composure alone was enough to leave everyone present in awe.
If this had happened before, Fang Mo might have sighed, "Xu Ji really is powerful!"
But now, neither the strength of Xu Ji's true qi, his blade force, nor his Primordial Spirit could astonish Fang Mo. He had been making constant progress, and at a breakneck pace. Compared to when he had fought Uncle Shui, he had improved beyond measure.
A ringing blade cry sounded as the Blood Shadow Blade left its sheath. For an instant, heaven and earth seemed to fall still, as if suppressed by some force. Even the rolling Blade Aura seemed to be held back by the blade force.
"What is this?!"
Shock flashed through Xu Ji's eyes. His opponent's blade force was so terrifying that it was affecting his own.
Fang Mo gripped the blade with both hands, took a sudden step forward, and swung.
There was no blade technique behind this slash, yet it unleashed a heaven-shaking Blade Aura that tore the clouds of rosy light to shreds. Red light flooded the world, making it seem as if the gorge had turned an even deeper crimson. The Blade Aura was like a blade hanging from the heavens, faintly merging with the hundred-mile rift in Red Flame Gorge.
It was as if all of Red Flame Gorge had become a blade, descending in a single slash.
"What a powerful blade force! He can actually draw on the momentum of Red Flame Gorge. His mastery of the blade is astonishing!"
Tao Shang watched, eyes widening in disbelief. Only now did he finally realize that