Boom!
The black dragon swallowed the Sky Chasm Swordmaster, then exploded segment by segment from its head, each blast accompanied by a deafening roar.
Black clouds surged like a tide; thunder raged in fury.
The Sky Chasm Swordmaster staggered backward again and again, sword in hand. Facing the ink-dark rolling clouds and the interwoven flashes of thunder, he coughed blood repeatedly beneath the terrifying onslaught. With every step he retreated, his body shuddered once, and his face turned another shade paler.
"The Xiao Clan of Shendu's Heaven-Commanding Dragon-Taming Art—you've got some skill, to have dug up this technique."
The Sky Chasm Swordmaster's face was bloodless as he sneered. "Unfortunately, you came to it halfway through your life. It is not your foundational art, so you cannot condense the Heaven-and-Earth Armor Transformation. My sword momentum wounded your arm and broke your body-tempering arts. No matter what unorthodox tricks you possess, you are no match for me."
"My Tomb-Keeping Sect is never short of unorthodox tricks!"
Feng Jiahe shook his arm, the wound so deep that bone showed. Feng Jiahe suddenly noticed that the demonic aura around them had grown denser, carrying a faint air of decay and ruin that left him deeply uneasy.
There was no time to think. Feng Jiahe only wanted a swift victory. Raising his other arm, he repeated the old move, holding his fist upright like a sword as the black clouds churned once more.
Thunder roared down like furious dragons, bearing straight toward the Sky Chasm Swordmaster.
"Such nerve. What harm is there in granting your wish!"
The Sky Chasm Swordmaster's expression changed. The Sky Chasm Swordmaster raised his longsword to block, Sword Qi gathering along its edge and turning into a dazzling sword radiance that collided head-on with the ink-black thunder.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
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