"How powerful that sword aura. Is this person from a lower world?"
Meng Qing stared at the figure who had appeared, shaken to the core.
With a single strike, he had shattered Meng Qing's sword shield—his ultimate defensive technique. The attacker had to be at least thirty percent stronger than him to pull that off.
"Damn it. You really think I'm afraid of you?"
Just then, Meng Qing felt himself enveloped by a powerful sword aura. The other man darted toward him in an instant and struck again.
"Sword Shadows Split the Sky!"
He pointed two fingers like a sword. His flying sword became a streak of sword shadow, tearing through space as it shot toward the white figure.
"Cloud Collapse!"
A deep shout rang out. The sword light burst apart like collapsing clouds, and the sword shadows exploded. A fierce storm of Sword Qi surged outward.
Buzz! The flying sword was blasted out of the energy and shot straight back toward Meng Qing.
Once again, Meng Qing was forced back a hundred meters. The violent impact left his Primordial Spirit reeling.
"How is this possible?"
"Not good. He's far stronger than I am—at least mid Transcendent Realm!"
Meng Qing hadn't expected his flying sword to be knocked away again. At first, he'd thought the other man had caught him by surprise and hadn't used his full strength. But after this strike, he understood that his opponent was far stronger than him.
"Cloud Silence!"
A cold shout shook heaven and earth. A fierce sword light tore through the skies, sweeping toward Meng Qing to shred him. Even the void seemed to fall silent and perish beneath its radiance.
"Damn it! Impossible! How could I lose to a martial artist from a lower world?"
"Wind Sword Art, Sword Winds Tear!"
Meng