The moment the words fell, both men moved.
Boom—
Huang Rushan slashed. His Saber Aura was no longer a single arc; it became layer upon layer of fiery waves, surging toward Fang Han like successive tides of magma.
Where the Saber Aura passed, the heat burned the soil into dark red magma that flowed slowly along the contours of the ground.
Hiss—
Zhou Tai curled his five fingers. Black eagle-claw True Qi gathered at his fingertips with a sharp screech like metal grinding against metal.
His right arm shot out like a hawk's talons. A pitch-black phantom claw, even more solid than before, appeared and lunged for Fang Han's head, its edges shrieking as they cut through the air.
Where the phantom claw swept past, it tore visible black fissures through the air that lingered long afterward.
Whoosh!
Fang Han's figure blurred. He drove his Wind-Chasing Moon-Pursuing Steps, leaving a blue-green afterimage where he had stood as he dodged Huang Rushan's incoming Flame Blade Qi.
Zhou Tai had no choice but to abandon his pursuit of Zha Haorong. He wheeled the Windshock Sword around and slashed horizontally at the pale-white Fang Han, who was not yet within arm's reach.
Zha Hao's phantom split from the fingertips with a sound like cloth cut by a sharp blade, then abruptly dissolved.
Huang Rushan had not yet recovered from his injury. Seeing Juzhua in danger, he hurried to intervene.
Swish—
The two collided without an ear-splitting roar.
His robe split soundlessly. A deep wound appeared, and blood instantly soaked the dark red fabric.
Just then, Zha Hao closed in from the side.
The force of the rebound sent him sliding backward, his feet plowing two deep furrows through the ground.
Swish—
The Sword Qi lost none of its momentum. It continued forward, racing