Clang!
The deafening boom made everyone's ears ring once more. Chen Fan's sharp sword thrust out of the void and struck Liu Xun's blade. A blinding white glare burst between the two swords, nearly stirring the very air itself. This blow reignited the battle that had been about to cease.
"Bastard! Are you looking to die?" Liu Xun glared furiously and shouted.
"The one who will die is you," Chen Fan said indifferently. Vast Sword Qi suddenly surged from the longsword in his hand as he brought it down upon Liu Xun's head.
Liu Xun roared and raised his sword to meet him. Their blades clashed again and again, each collision spraying a shower of sparks. Their sword moves grew faster and faster until they were enveloped by interwoven yellow and white sword gleams—Sword Qi that had been severed by their exchanges.
The people on the ground were already dumbfounded. None of them had expected that, after Liu Xun had taken the initiative to halt the fight, Chen Fan would still launch an attack. And his sword momentum was even stronger than before; the more he fought, the braver he became.
"What is he thinking?" Shen Wushuang murmured softly, her beautiful eyes wide as she stared at Chen Fan in the sky.
Gao Yueyue was utterly shocked as well, unable to regain her senses for a long while. Chen Fan's strength had far surpassed her imagination.
Xiao Munan remained where he stood, neither hurried nor agitated, his face expressionless as he coldly watched the battle between the two.
Only Mu Yunshui frowned tightly, a trace of anxiety flashing through her eyes, as though she feared something would be delayed because of this.
Boom!
Another thunderous blast rang out. Liu Xun swept forth a sea of flames, trapping Chen Fan within,