Sword Qi shot in every direction.
The axe blade whirled.
Deep fissures rapidly spread across the ground and stone walls.
The narrower cracks had been caused by Sword Qi.
The wider ones—or rather, chasms—had been left by the Sky Opening Axe.
Chen Xin's figure had become almost impossible to see. Ning Fengzhi's eyes could no longer keep up with his movements.
With his absolute strength inferior to Leng Qing's, Chen Xin could only rely on his speed to seek that slim chance of turning defeat into victory.
Yet although Leng Qing stood where he was, he wielded that giant axe with effortless ease, keeping it circling around him and leaving Chen Xin unable to find any opening.
Moreover, every time the Seven Kill Sword met the Sky Opening Axe, he suffered a powerful backlash.
From his muscles to his bones, Sword Douluo trembled faintly. Even with the physique of a ninety-sixth-ranked Titled Douluo, he was nearing his limit.
"Your strength is decent enough, but this ends here."
Leng Qing still had enough strength to speak casually.
Hearing those words, Sword Douluo immediately focused with utmost concentration.
The wildly dancing axe shadows abruptly vanished, leaving only the Sky Opening Axe raised high by Leng Qing.
Sword Douluo did not take the chance to attack. He felt as though his entire body had been locked onto.
Trying to seize the initiative now would not only fail to interrupt Leng Qing's attack, but would also cost him his chance to prepare.
At last, the Sky Opening Axe descended.
The giant axe came down slowly—so slowly that it could even be called sluggish.
Compared to the frenzied speed at which it had danced before, it crawled like a turtle.
Yet despite its slowness, Sword Douluo did not look for a chance to dodge. This